The scent of flowers does not travel against the wind; but the odor of good people travels; even against the wind: a good man pervades every place.

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.

Thank God for the day. Thank God for the morning. Won't take this here for granted; no, good Lord, I gots to get on it.

You have been my friends. That in itself is a tremendous thing.

I have a lot of older brothers who messed up in different ways in my mother's eyes. So I learned from all of their mistakes.

Nothing wilts faster than a laurel rested upon.

When you lose your sense of humor, get a job running an elevator, because your life will be a series of Ups and Downs anyway.

Mark Hughes crossed every I and dotted every T.

It's not every day people fly you to New York for auditions.

You really get tired in one area of your life, and then you start questioning your whole existence.

Protestations of impartiality I shall make none. Theyare always useless and are besides perfect nonsense, when used bya news-monger.

There's thieves among us Painting the walls All kinds of lies , and lies I never told it all