My day is done, and I am like a boat drawn on the beach, listening to the dance-music of the tide in the evening..

If someone smells a flower and says he does not understand, the reply to him is: there is nothing to understand, it is only a scent. If he persists, ….

This little flute of a reed thou hast carried over hills and dales, and hast breathed through it melodies eternally new..

It is in the very heart of our activity that we search for our goal..

Now it is time to sit quiet, face to face with thee, and to sing dedication of life in this silent and overflowing leisure..

Nirvana is not the blowing out of the candle. It is the extinguishing of the flame because day is come..

We are hidden in ourselves, like a truth hidden in isolated facts. When we know that this One in us is One in all, then our truth is revealed..

Everything has sprung from immortal life and is vibrating with life, for life is immense!.

... let us unite, not in spite of our differences, but through them. For differences can never be wiped away, and life would be so much the poorer wi….

Our self (Soul) is maya (an illusion) where it is merely individual and finite, where it considers its separateness as absolute; it is satyam (truth)….

If it is necessary to die in order to live like men, what harm in dying?.

Give Me Strength This is my prayer to thee, my lord---strike, strike at the root of penury in my heart. Give me the strength lightly to bear my joys ….

While God waits for His temple to be built of love, men bring stones..

You can't cross a sea by merely staring into the water..

Be brave, right through, and leave for the unknown..

False hope is clung to with all one's might and main, till a day comes when it has sucked the heart dry and it forcibly breaks through its bonds and ….

When the heart is hard and parched up, come upon me with a shower of mercy. When grace is lost from life, come with a burst of song. When tumultuous ….

The significance which is in unity is an eternal wonder..

For man is by nature an artist..

The main object of teaching is not to give explanations, but to knock at the doors of the mind..

Where roads are made I lose my way.In the wide water, in the blue sky there is no line of a track.The pathway is hidden by the birds' wings, by the s….