Just as I sit down to meditate, all the vilest subjects in the world come up. The whole thing is nauseating. Why should the mind think thoughts I do not want it to think? I am as it were a slave to the mind.

Only when a man sees this universe as God does the veil fall from his eyes; then that man, purified and cleansed, finds his whole vision changed.

What we call powers, secrets of nature, and force, are all within. In the external world are only a series of changes.

Whatsoever has form must be the result of combinations of particles and requires something else behind it to move it.

All truth is eternal. Truth is nobody’s property; no race, no individual can lay any exclusive claim to it. Truth is the nature of all souls.

My faith is in the younger generation, the modern generation. Out of them will come my workers. They will work out the whole problem like lions

Thought ceases in meditation; even the mind's elements are quite quiet. Blood circulation stops. His breath stops, but he is not dead.