The soul has neither sex, nor caste nor imperfection.

It is nature that is driving us towards perfection, and eventually she will bring everyone there.

Religion is realization; not talk, nor doctrine, nor theories however beautiful they may be. It is being and becoming, not hearing, or acknowledging; it is the whole soul becoming what it believes.

The apparent man is only a limitation of that Real Man.

The power is with the silent ones, who only live and love and then withdraw their personality. They never say “me” and “mine”; they are only blessed in being instruments

Die in obeying commands like a soldier, and go to Nirvana, but no cowardice.

Work on with the intrepidity of a lion but at the same time with the tenderness of a flower.