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

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.

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.

If your heart is a volcano, how shall you expect flowers to bloom?

It's even pleasant to be sick when you know that there are people who await your recovery as they might await a holiday.

I think architectural appreciation would be a minor occupation after a nuclear war. People would just be happy to have something to eat.

There are a lot things that are going on that are unjust. People aren't being held accountable for. And that's something that needs to change.

When you transcend the transcendent states, you get past the ego structure, and at that point you don't need laws, you have "morality!" You have inborn, natural ethics, because it is built on Love.

True generosity is too frequently eaten up by prosperity and riches.

If you want to experience miracles, you have to believe before seeing.

Something had changed in me, even if I didn't know what it was just yet. All I could think was that I felt alive for the first time.

If you ask me what I think people should be getting next season, I’ll tell you what I’d like them to buy—nothing. I’d like people to stop buying and buying and buying.

Sorrow is like the ocean and sometimes I wish my heart would stop.