Who makes us ignorant? We ourselves. We put our hands over our eyes and weep that it is dark.

By doing well the duty which is nearest to us, the duty which is in our hands, we make ourselves stronger

You know your real nature [to be divine]. You are the king and play you are a beggar. . . . It is all fun. Know it and play. That is all there is to it. Then practice it. The whole universe is a vast play.

We have seen that our vigour, our strength, nay, our national life is in our religion.

Have faith in yourselves, be proud of your ancestors, instead of being ashamed of them.

The Gita is like a bouquet composed of the beautiful flowers of spiritual truths collected from the Upanishads.

Space-time-causation, or name-and-form, is what is called Maya.