Fortunately the sky is beautiful everywhere.

There is no detachment where there is no pain. And there is no pain endured without hatred or lying unless detachment is present too.

Workers need poetry more than bread. They need that their life should be a poem. They need some light from eternity. Religion alone can be the source of such poetry.

Two prisoners whose cells adjoin communicate with each other by knocking on the wall. The wall is the thing which separates them but is also their means of communication. It is the same with us and God. Every separation is a link.

You could not be born at a better period than the present, when we have lost everything.

The only way into truth is through one's own annihilation; through dwelling a long time in a state of extreme and total humiliation.

Never react to an evil in such a way as to augment it.