If God had so wished, he would have made all Indians speak with one language ... the unity of India has been and shall always be a unity in diversity.

When I go from hence, let this be my parting word, that what I have seen is unsurpassable.

[The poets' role is that of] capturing on their instruments the secret stir of life in the air and giving it voice in the music of prophecy

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.

He who wants to do good knocks at the gate: he who loves finds the door open.

The song I came to sing remains unsung to this day. I have spent my days in stringing and in unstringing my instrument. The time has not come true, the words have not been rightly set; only there is the agony of wishing in my heart . . .

The burden of the self is lightened with I laugh at myself.