The evil-doer mourns in the next; he mourns in both. He mourns and suffers when he sees the evil of his own work.

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.

Got demons on both shoulders.

I care about you," Simon said. "I always cared about you.

When people like me, they like me "in spite of my color." When they dislike me; they point out that it isn't because of my color. Either way, I am locked in to the infernal circle.

Our government has no integrity!

I have to wake up and drink chamomile tea to slow down.

We're always trying to really ground it, and I use this term a thousand times, it's a score I want people to feel and not necessarily hear.

In the last analysis, the artist may shout from all the rooftops that he is a genius; he will have to wait for the verdict of posterity.

Republicans are not going to play I-told-you-so, but it is pretty obvious that the tax reductions passed in 2003 helped Americans dig out of a recession and get back to work.

You got some cheap foreign labor to protect Lissa?

But the best I've known Stays here, and changes, breaks, grows old, is blown About the winds of the world, and fades from brains Of living men, and dies.