The only saint is that soul that never weakens, faces everything, and determines to die game.

Every idea that strengthens you must be taken up and every thought that weakens you must be rejected.

All real progress must be slow.

The powers of the mind are like the rays of the sun when they are concentrated they illumine.

The awakening of the soul to its bondage and its effort to stand up and assert itself - this is called life.

To give up the world is to forget the ego, to know it not at all - living in the body, but not of it.

Art must be in touch with nature - and wherever that touch is gone, Art degenerates - yet it must be above nature.