Deliverance is not for me in renunciation. I feel the embrace of freedom in a thousand bonds of delight.

Men are cruel, but Man is kind.

The night kissed the fading day With a whisper: "I am death, your mother, From me you will get new birth."

Memory, the priestess, kills the present and offers its heart to the shrine of the dead past.

Not hammer-strokes, but dance of the water, sings the pebbles into perfection.

If you want to know India, study Vivekananda. In him everything is positive and nothing negative.

God is neither manifest nor hidden; He is neither revealed nor unrevealed; there are no words to tell that which He is. He is without form, without quality, without decay.