Brahma was excessively sparing with earth, water, and fire.... The reckless expenditure of air and ether in his composition was amazing. And, in consequence, he perpetually struggled to outreach the wind, to outrun space itself. Other animals ran only when they had a reason, but the Horse would run for no reason whatever, as if to run out of his own skin.

Memory, the priestess, kills the present and offers its heart to the shrine of the dead past.

Wrong is wrong only when you are at liberty to choose.

According to the true Indian view, our consciousness of the world, merely as the sum total of things that exist, and as governed by laws, is imperfect. But it is perfect when our consciousness realizes all things as spiritually one with it, and therefore capable of giving us joy. For us the highest purpose of this world is not merely living in it, knowing it and making use of it, but realizing our own selves in it through expansion of sympathy; not alienating ourselves from it and dominating it, but comprehending and uniting it with ourselves in perfect union.

Those who have everything but thee, my God, laugh at those who have nothing but thyself.

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

The main object of teaching is not to give explanations, but to knock at the doors of the mind.