I have on my table a violin string. It is free to move in any direction I like. If I twist one end, it responds; it is free. But it is not free to sing. So I take it and fix it into my violin. I bind it and when it is bound, it is free for the first time to sing.

Let the splendor of diamond, pearl and ruby vanish? Only let this one teardrop, this Taj Mahal, glisten spotlessly bright on the cheek of time, forever and ever.

Our scientific world is our world of reasoning. It has its greatness and uses and attractions. We are ready to pay homage due to it. But when it claims to have discovered the real world for us and laughs at the worlds of all simple-minded men, then we must say it is like a general grown intoxicated with his power, usurping the throne of his king

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

Those who in this world have the courage to try and solve in their own lives new problems of life, are the ones who raise society to greatness.

The human soul is on its journey from the law to love, from discipline to liberation, from the moral plane to the spiritual.

All that is not given is lost.