Renunciation is in our blood.

When a man is perfect, he sees perfection in others. When he sees imperfection, it is his own mind projecting itself.

A monk is not forbidden to marry, but if he takes a wife she becomes a monk with the same powers and privileges and occupies the same social position as her husband.

We must approach religion with reverence and with love, and our heart will stand up and say, this is truth, and this is untruth.

Everybody is changing.

Brave, bold men, these are what we want. What we want is vigor in the blood, strength in the nerves, iron muscles and nerves of steel, not softening namby-pamby ideas. Avoid all these. Avoid all mystery. There is no mystery in religion. Is there any mystery in the Vedanta, or in the Vedas, or in the Samhitâs, or in the Puranas? What secret societies did the sages of yore establish to preach their religion? What sleight-of-hand tricks are there recorded as used by them to bring their grand truths to humanity?

You must have an iron will, if you would cross the ocean. You must be strong enough to pierce mountains.