Only those of tranquil minds, and none else, can attain abiding joy, by realizing within their souls the Being who manifests one essence in a multiplicity of forms.

A thorn can only be extracted if you know where it is.

Asks the Possible of the Impossible, "Where is your dwelling-place?" "In the dreams of the Impotent," comes the answer.

Work, especially good work, becomes easy only when desire has learnt to discipline itself.

And joy is everywhere; it is in the earth's green covering of grass; in the blue serenity of the sky.

The question and the cry 'Oh, where?' melt into tears of a thousand streams and deluge the world with the flood of the assurance 'I am!'

What is Art? It is the response of man's creative soul to the call of the Real.