-What is art? It is the response of man’s creative soul to the call of the Real.
-I slept and dreamed that life was joy.
I awoke and saw that life was service.
I acted, and behold, service was joy.
-Where the mind is without fear
and the head is held high
Where knowledge is free
Where the world has not been broken up into fragments
By narrow domestic walls
Where words come out from the depth of truth
Where tireless striving stretches its arms towards perfection
Where the clear stream of reason has not lost its way
Into the dreary desert sand of dead habit
Where the mind is led forward by thee
Into ever-widening thought and action
Into that heaven of freedom, my Father, let my country awake
-What is this light that dances at the center of my life?
This golden light that dances upon the leaves,
these idle clouds sailing across the sky,
this passing breeze leaving its coolness upon my forehead.
The sky opens, the wind runs wild, laughter passes over the earth.
Butterflies spread their sails in the sea of light.
Lilies and jasmine surge up on the crest of the waves of light.
The light is shattered into gold on every cloud and it scatters gems in profusion.
Laughter and mirth spread from leaf to leaf and there is gladness without measure.
Heavens river has devoured its banks and the flood of joy is abroad.
This flood of joy must indeed be love, for love is the only reality and it is not a mere sentiment. It is the truth that lies at the heart of all creation.
-Faith is the bird that sings when the dawn is still dark.
-Wrong cannot afford defeat but right can.
-Bigotry tries to keep truth safe in its hand; with a grip that kills it.
-You cannot cross the sea merely by standing and staring at the water.