It is only when our life proceeds within bounds and in an accepted, disciplined way, that the mind can be free.

We cannot even recollect the actions of our infancy, our childhood is like something written on a slate and rubbed off.

The natural movement of one's soul is upwards. But just as any object is dragged down when a heavy weight is tied to it, the burden of the body drags down the soul.

Innumerable actions are going on through us all the time. If we started counting them, we should never come to an end.

If we wish our nature to be free and joyous, we should bring our activities into same order.

If a man’s house is full of medicine bottles, we infer the man is an invalid. But if his house is full of books, we conclude he is intelligent.

The river flows at its own sweet will, but the flood is bound in the two banks. If it were not thus bound, its freedom would be wasted.