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The morning hour has gold at the mouth.
Samskrit is the greatest language of the world.
Victory breeds hatred, for the conquered is unhappy.
Language is the Rubicon that divides man from beast.
It is the heart that makes the critic, not the nose.
The spring of love becomes hidden and soon filled up.
Self is the lord of self, who else could be the lord?.
The person who knows only one religion does not know any religion.
It is better to live alone, there is no companionship with a fool.
Soon the child learns that there are strangers, and ceases to be a child.
I believe I can even yet remember when I saw the stars for the first time.
A flower cannot blossom without sunshine, and man cannot live without love.
Childhood has its secrets and its mysteries; but who can tell or who can explain them!
There is no book in the world that is so thrilling, stirring and inspiring as the Upanishads.
Is it sin, which makes the worm a chrysalis, and the chrysalis a butterfly, and the butterfly dust?
It smote me to the heart that I had found no one in all the world who loved me more than all others.
Of these years nought remains in memory but the sad feeling that we have advanced and only grown older.
There never was a false god, nor was there ever really a false religion, unless you call a child a false man.
The evil done by oneself, self-begotten, self-bred, crushes the foolish, as a diamond breaks a precious stone.
A man is not learned because he talks much; he who is patient, free from hatred and fear, he is called learned.
The evil-doer mourns in the next; he mourns in both. He mourns and suffers when he sees the evil of his own work.
For self is the lord of self, self is the refuge of self; therefore curb thyself as the merchant curbs a good horse.
Bad deeds, and deeds hurtful to ourselves, are easy to do; what is beneficial and good, that is very difficult to do.
The wise who control their body, who control their tongue, the wise who control their mind, are indeed well controlled.
That deed is not well done of which a man must repent, and the reward of which he receives crying and with a tearful face.
While the river of life glides along smoothly, it remains the same river; only the landscape on either bank seems to change.
He in whom all this is destroyed, and taken out with the very root, he, when freed from hatred and wise, is called respectable.
Hunger is the worst of diseases, the body the greatest of pains; if one knows this truly, that is Nirv?na, the highest happiness.
Every life has its years in which one progresses as on a tedious and dusty street of poplars, without caring to know where he is.
Without a belief in personal immortality, religion surely is like an arch resting on one pillar, like a bridge ending in an abyss.
When the evil deed, after it has become known, brings sorrow to the fool, then it destroys his bright lot, nay, it cleaves his head.
What ought to be done is neglected, what ought not to be done is done; the desires of unruly, thoughtless people are always increasing.
Even in heavenly pleasures he finds no satisfaction, the disciple who is fully awakened delights only in the destruction of all desires.
An evil deed is better left undone, for a man repents of it afterwards; a good deed is better done, for having done it, one does not repent.
He who, by causing pain to others, wishes to obtain pleasure for himself, he, entangled in the bonds of hatred, will never be free from hatred.
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.
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.
Christianity is a missionary religion, converting, advancing, aggressive, encompassing the world; a non-missionary church is in the bands of death.
Even a good man sees evil days, as long as his good deed has not ripened; but when his good deed has ripened, then does the good man see happy days.
Not far from our house, and opposite the old church with the golden cross, stood a large building, even larger than the church, and having many towers.
He who wishes to put on the yellow dress without having cleansed himself from sin, who disregards temperance and truth, is unworthy of the yellow dress.
That is the returning to God which in reality is never concluded on earth but yet leaves behind in the soul a divine home sickness, which never again ceases.
The man who is free from credulity, but knows the uncreated, who has cut all ties, removed all temptations, renounced all desires, he is the greatest of men.
And then when all around grows dark, when we feel utterly alone, when all men right and left pass us by and know us not, a forgotten feeling rises in the breast.
In order to discover truth, we must be truthful ourselves, and must welcome those who point out our errors as heartily as those who approve and confirm our discoveries.
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.
To me this technical acceptation seems not applicable here, where we have to deal with the simplest moral precepts, and not with psychological niceties of Buddhist philosophy.
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.
How mankind defers from day to day the best it can do, and the most beautiful things it can enjoy, without thinking that every day may be the last one, and that lost time is lost eternity!
The gospel is the fulfillment of all hopes, the perfection of all philosophy, the interpretation of all revelation, the key to all the seeming contradictions of the physical and moral world.