Christianity is a missionary religion, converting, advancing, aggressive, encompassing the world; a non-missionary church is in the bands of death.

The spring of love becomes hidden and soon filled up.

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

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 fears death has already lost the life he covets.

Final perseverance is the necessary evidence of genuine conversion.

There was never a good biography of a good novelist. There couldn't be. He is too many people if he's any good.

I never imagine myself as anything. I've never had a goal or any future vision at all. I just do what's in front of me.

Nature is what you see plus what you think about it.

The one who does not honor the teacher and the one who does not honor the task, although ever so knowledgeable, they are confused.

I never leaked information to Woodward and Bernstein or anyone else!

The question now is how best to help the Iraqi people build a democratic and free Iraqi society that ensures respect for the rights of all Iraqis.

Wow. What would you do if I said I was angry?' 'I would make fire rain from the heavens to smite your enemies with the flames of our shared rage.

The voice of flattery affects us after it has ceased, just as after a concert men find some agreeable air ringing in their ears to the exclusion of all serious business.