We manage to swallow flesh only because we do not think of the cruel and sinful thing that we do. There are many crimes which are the creation of man himself, the wrongfulness of which is put down to their divergence from habit, custom, or tradition. But cruelty is not of these. It is a fundamental sin, and admits of no argument or nice distinctions. If only we do not allow our heart to grow callous, its protest against cruelty is always clearly heard; and yet we go on perpetrating cruelties easily, merrily, all of us - in fact, anyone who does not join in is dubbed a crank.

You have given me Your love, filling the world with Your gifts.

Man discovers his own wealth when God comes to ask gifts of him.

Let the dead have the immortality of fame, but the living the immortality of love.

God finds himself by creating.

Spurious fame spreads from tongue to tongue like the fog of the early dawn before the sun rises.

The heart wants to go on; that is its dharma. For unless it moves, it dies.