Come out into the broad light of day, come out from the little narrow paths, for how can the infinite soul rest content to live and die in small ruts?
A form comes out of a combination of force and matter.
Renunciation is in our blood.
Whatever you think, that you will be.
To me the thought of oneself as low and humble is a sin and ignorance.
The same fire that cooks a meal for us may burn a child, and it is no fault of the fire if it does so; the difference lies in the way in which it is used.