Nature grinds all of us. Keep count of the ounce of pleasure you get. In the long run, nature did her work through you, and when you die your body will make other plants grow. Yet we think all the time that we are getting pleasure ourselves. Thus the wheel goes round.

External nature is only internal nature writ large.

The Church tries to fit Christ into it, not the Church into Christ.

The best thermometer to the progress of a nation is its treatment of its women.

Space-time-causation, or name-and-form, is what is called Maya.

He whom the sages have been seeking in all these places is in our own hearts; the voice that you heard was right, says Vedanta, but the direction you gave to the voice was wrong.

The Absolute cannot be divided.