The sparrow is sorry for the peacock at the burden of its tail.

I am willing to serve my country, but my worship I reserve for Right which is far greater than my country. To worship my country as a god is to bring a curse upon it.

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

The problem is not how to wipe out all differences, but how to unite with all differences intact.

We try to realize the essential unity of the world with the conscious soul of man; we learn to perceive the unity held together by the one Eternal Spirit, whose power creates the earth, the sky, and the stars, and at the same time irradiates our mind.

In death the many become one; in life the one become many.

While God waits for His temple to be built of love, men bring stones.