Our minds must meditate on some object. According to what he thinks, a man can create an atmosphere of radiance, exuberance, buoyancy; and this brings joy. Or he can carry gloom with him. It is a matter of the habit of thought. We must build up our own life by our thoughts. There are many ways by which we can do this. Art, music, even manual work, all can bring ripening to the soul.

We become our own enemy when we are thrown out of balance by anger, hatred, grief, or any other intense emotion. We are for the time being obsessed by something alien.

True self-reliance does not mean reliance on one's physical strength; it means reliance on something mightier, something which is less perishable... It means trusting in the spiritual.

True meditation gives us, as it were, wings for flight to a higher realm and thus detaches us from terrestrial fetters.

Evil can never survive, though for a time it may seem to triumph. It is only a question of our endurance and patience.

There are certain things that have universal attributes, like music. Something of greater magnitude is conveyed by them. They connect us with the universal storehouse of life and knowledge.

There is no map that can show you how to leap. The map for this is somewhere in our own imagination.