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.

We are what our thoughts have made us

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

Each man must begin where he stands, must learn how to control the things that are nearest to him.

Moths like me die by the thousands every minute. Her work goes on all the same. Glory unto Mother!

Seek no praise, no reward, for anything you do. No sooner do we perform a good action than we begin to desire credit for it. No sooner do we give money to some charity than we want to see our names blazoned in the papers. Misery must come as the result of such desires.

Neither numbers nor powers nor wealth nor learning nor eloquence nor anything else will prevail, but purity, living the life, in one word, anubhuti, realisation. Let there be a dozen such lion-souls in each country, lions who have broken their own bonds, who have touched the Infinite, whose whole soul is gone to Brahman, who care neither for wealth nor power nor fame, and these will be enough to shake the world.