Men can only think. Women have a way of understanding without thinking. Woman was created out of God's own fancy. Man, He had to hammer into shape.

Our self (Soul) is maya (an illusion) where it is merely individual and finite, where it considers its separateness as absolute; it is satyam (truth) where it recognizes its essence in the universal and infinite, in the Supreme Self, in paramatman (God). This is what Christ means when he says, "Before Abraham was, I am" (i.e. before Abraham was God, who is the same that is in my soul - I am That.)

Other animals ran only when they had a reason, but the horse would run for no reason whatever, as if to run out of his own skin

He alone may chastise who loves.

I ask my destiny - what power is this That cruelly drives me onward without rest? My destiny says, "Look round!" I turn back and see It is I myself that is ever pushing me from behind.

My fancies are fireflies Specks of living light twinkling in the dark.

The greatest distance in this World is not that between living and death, it is when I am just before you, and you don't know that I Love You.