“What is this eternity to me without you? What is the infinity of my domains? Empty ringing words, A spacious temple – without a divinity!”

No good ever becomes of a man who forgets an old friend.

For what did the creator prepare me,Why did he so terribly contradict, The hopes of my youth?

And I, as I lived, in an alien land, Will die a slave and an orphan.

Women love only those whom they do not know!

My love had grown one with my soul; it became darker, but did not go out.

An unusual beginning must have an unusual end.

Women only love those that they don’t know.

In the first place, [his eyes] never laughed when he laughed. Have you ever noticed this peculiarity some people have? It is either the sign of an evil nature or of a profound and lasting sorrow.

Out of life’s storm I carried only a few ideas – and not one feeling.

My whole life has been merely a succession of miserable and unsuccessful denials of feelings or reason.

Of two friends, one is always the slave of the other, although frequently neither acknowledges the fact to himself.

Happy people are ignoramuses and glory is nothing else but success, and to achieve it one only has to be cunning.

We practically always excuse things when we understand them.

Evil spawns evil. The first experience of torture gives an understanding of the pleasure in tormenting others.

In people’s eyes I read pages of malice and sin.

Many a calm river begins as a turbulent waterfall, yet none hurtles and foams all the way to the sea.

This chanting of the Hare Krishna mantra is enacted from the spiritual platform and thus this sound vibration surpasses all lower strata of consciouness – namely sensual, mental and intellectual.

There is but one temple in the universe, and that is the body of man.

Burnt mirror, smeared glass. Do you like what you see? If my body is a temple, then my poetry is the darkest vestry. My mouth is a chalice, and these words are sacramental.

I am not my thoughts. I am the temple that hears the whispers of them.

Do everything as if He were dwelling in us. Thus we shall be His temples and He will be within us as our God – as He actually is.

The temple bell stops but I still hear the sound coming out of the flowers.

Anybody who has been seriously engaged in scientific work of any kind realizes that over the entrance to the gates of the temple of science are written the words: ‘Ye must have faith.’

There is a shrine in the temple of age, where lie forever embalmed the memories of such as have deserved well of their country and their race.