Ay! says the Vedanta, it is not the fault of God that this partiality exists, that this competition exists. Who makes it? We ourselves. There is a cloud shedding its rain on all fields alike. But it is only the field that is well cultivated, which gets the advantage of the shower; another field, which has not been tilled or taken care of cannot get that advantage. It is not the fault of the cloud.

Freedom can never be true of name and form; it is the clay out of which we (the pots) are made; then it is limited and not free, so that freedom can never be true of the related. One pot can never say "I am free" as a pot; only as it loses all ideas of form does it become free.

There is nothing so high as renunciation of self.

You know the disease, you know the remedy, only have faith.

The infinite library of the Universe is in your mind.

Principles must conquer in the long run, for that is the manhood of man.

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