My child, what I want is muscles of iron and nerves of steel, inside which dwells a mind of the same material as that of which the thunderbolt is made.

While real perfection is only one, relative perfections must be many.

Our own selfishness makes us the most arrant cowards; our own selfishness is the great cause of fear and cowardice.

As soon as you know the voice and understand what it is, the whole scene changes. The same world which was the ghastly battlefield of maya is now changed into something good and beautiful.

Brave, bold men, these are what we want. What we want is vigour in the blood, strength in the nerves, iron muscles and nerves of steel, not softening namby-pamby ideas.

For one thing we may be grateful: this life is not eternal.

The idea of perfect womanhood is perfect independence