We live in the world when we love it.

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.

It is the same life that emerges in joy through the dust of the earth into numberless waves of flower.

The flower fades and dies; but he who wears the flower has not to mourn for it for ever.

With begging and scrambling we find very little, but with being true to ourselves we find a great deal more.

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.

The Great Morning which is for all, rises in the East.