I am a slave of Ramakrishna, who left his work to be done by me and will not give me rest till I have finished it. And oh, how shall I speak of him? Oh, his love for me!

The ideal person is he who, in the midst of the greatest silence and solitude, finds the intensest activity, and in the midst of the intensest activity finds the silence and solitude of the desert.

Wait with patience and love and strength. If helpers are not ready now, they will come in time. Why should we be in a hurry? The real working force of all great work is in its almost unperceived beginnings.

These tremendous contradictions in our intellect, in our knowledge, yea, in all the facts of our life face us on all sides.

None of us have yet seen an ideally perfect man, and yet without that ideal we cannot progress.

It is nature that is driving us towards perfection, and eventually she will bring everyone there.

Consciously or unconsciously, we are all striving for perfection. Every being must attain to it.