We sit inert, like dead specimens of some museum, while lessons are pelted at us from on high, like hailstones on flowers.

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

We gain freedom when we have paid the full price.

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

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

We do not want nowadays temples of worship and outward rites and ceremonies. What we really want is an Asram. We want a place where the beauty of nature and the noblest pursuits of man are in a sweet harmony.

The world puts off its mask of vastness to its lover. It becomes small as one song, as one kiss of the eternal.