In the great books of India, an empire spoke to us, nothing small or unworthy, but large, serene, consistent, the voice of an old intelligence, which in another age and climate had pondered and thus disposed of the questions that exercise us.
Conversation is a game of circles.
God hid the whole world in thy heart.
Most of the shadows of this life are caused by standing in one's own sunshine.
Real action is in silent moments.
The two terrors that discourage creativity and creative living are fear of public opinion and undue reverence for one's own consistency.