We have wept enough. No more weeping, but stand on feet and be men.
The happiest moments we ever know are when we entirely forget ourselves.
Self-love is the first teacher of self-renunciation.
Him I call a Mahatma (great soul) whose heart bleeds for the poor, otherwise he is a Duratma (wicked soul). Let us unite our wills in continued prayer for their good.
The Buddha is not a person but a (state of) realization to which anyone can attain.
Never say any man is hopeless, because he only represents a character, a bundle of habits, which can be checked by new and better ones. Character is repeated habits, and repeated habits alone can reform character.