Most people believe the mind to be a mirror, more or less accurately reflecting the world outside them, not realizing on the contrary that the mind is itself the principal element of creation.

These paper boats of mine are meant to dance on the ripples of hours, and not reach any destination.

Beauty is simply reality seen with the eyes of love

Praise shames me, for I secretly beg for it.

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 there

Life, like a child, laughs, shaking its rattle of death as it runs.