Hunger is the worst of diseases, the body the greatest of pains; if one knows this truly, that is Nirv?na, the highest happiness.

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.

Anyone can conquer anything, but the conquest of self frees the ego, and rewards one with limitless boundaries

Everybody has a second personality, it may possess and make you do whatever it likes.

The quality of goods and services are always viewed as more important than the compensation.

You simply have to put one foot in front of the other and keep going. Put blinders on and plow right ahead.

A wise man who stands firm is a statesman, a foolish man who stands firm is a catastrophe.

Life has taught me that it is not for our faults that we are disliked and even hated, but for our qualities.

Wisdom is corrupted by ambition, even when the quality of the ambition is intellectual. For ambition, even of this quality, is but a form of self-love.

I believe anything can happen.

The moon of a bright silver, which dazzles by its shining, illumines a world which surely is no longer ours; for it resembles in nothing what may be seen in other lands.

Patience accomplishes its object, while hurry speeds to its ruin.