A flower cannot blossom without sunshine, and man cannot live without love.

The spring of love becomes hidden and soon filled up.

The person who knows only one religion does not know any religion.

I spend my happiest hours in reading Vedantic books. They are to me like the light of the morning, like the pure air of the mountains - so simple, so true, if once understood.

Is it sin, which makes the worm a chrysalis, and the chrysalis a butterfly, and the butterfly dust?

Samskrit is the greatest language of the world.

Victory breeds hatred, for the conquered is unhappy.

As a tree, even though it has been cut down, is firm so long as its root is safe, and grows again, thus, unless the feeders of thirst are destroyed, the pain (of life) will return again and again.

The Vedic literature opens to us a chapter in what has been called the education of the human race to which we can find no parallel anywhere else.

While the river of life glides along smoothly, it remains the same river; only the landscape on either bank seems to change.

He who, though dressed in fine apparel, exercises tranquillity, is quiet, subdued, restrained, chaste, and has ceased to find fault with all other beings, he indeed is an ascetic.

The human organism is built for tension and relaxation, work and sleep. The principle of life is rhythm.

His ruby red rimmed moist eyes were two glasses of cranberry. He wore a cashmere sweater the color of Earl Grey tea...

When you do something because you're angry, you almost always do the wrong thing.

I don't like to read about myself, whether it be positive or negative.

Real estate is still a great investment opportunity for households. Price appreciation will continue. It may not be at 20%. It may ... even go down to 5%.

Sweetie, nothing that flies looks safe, including birds.

One of my objectives when I started Biocon was to make sure that I create a company for women scientists to pursue a vocation.

If an abduction is reported, it is dealt with in the same way as a kidnap.

I also felt guilty about the three pens I'd stolen, but only for a second. And since there was no convenient way to give them back, I stole a bottle of ink before I left.

There is quite enough sorrow and shame and suffering and baseness in real life, and there is no need for meeting it unnecessarily in fiction.