Behind my work was ambition, behind my love was personality, behind my purity was fear, behind my guidance the thirst for power. Now they are vanishing and I drift. I come, Mother, I come, in Thy warm bosom, floating wheresoever Thou takest me, in the voiceless, in the strange, in the wonderland, I come - a spectator, no more an actor.

The soul ... is nameless because it is formless. It will neither go to heaven nor [to hell] any more than it will enter this glass.

Nature grinds all of us. Keep count of the ounce of pleasure you get. In the long run, nature did her work through you, and when you die your body will make other plants grow. Yet we think all the time that we are getting pleasure ourselves. Thus the wheel goes round.

Cowards only sin, brave men never, no, not even in mind.

The same power is in every man, the one manifesting more, the other less; the same potentiality is in everyone.

Never think there is anything impossible for the soul. It is the greatest heresy to think so. If there is sin, this is the only sin; to say that you are weak, or others are weak.

Don't you find that in a weak physique it is difficult to control the sex - appetite or anger?