Poetry and philosophy will become friends.

The forms have value only so far as they are expressions of the life within. If they have ceased to express life, crush them out without mercy.

Om is the pointed piece and Dhyâna (meditation) is the friction.

He is everywhere, the pure and formless One, the Almighty and the All-merciful. "Thou art our father, Thou art our mother, Thou art our beloved friend, Thou art the source of all strength; give us strength. Thou art He that beareth the burdens of the universe; help me bear the little burden of this life." Thus sang the Rishis of the Vedas. And how to worship Him? Through love. "He is to be worshipped as the one beloved, dearer than everything in this and the next life."

To believe that mind is all, that thought is all is only a higher materialism.

He who asserts he is free, shall be free. He who says he is bound, bound he shall remain.

A man ought to live in this world like a lotus leaf, which grows in water but is never moistened by water; so a man ought to live in the world - his heart to God and his hands to work.