Life itself is a strange mixture. We have to take it as it is, try to understand it, and then to better it.

Whether joy or sorrow, pain or pleasure; whatsoever may befall thee, accept it serenely with an unvanquished heart.

I am hidden in your heart, O Flower.

Plunge into the deep without fear, with the gladness of April in your heart.

The infinite being has assumed unto himself the mystery of finitude. And in him who is love the finite and the infinite are made one.

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.

The meaning of our self is not to be found in its separateness from God and others, but in the ceaseless realization of yoga, of union; not on the side of the canvas where it is blank, but on the side where the picture is being painted.