“Suffering makes us capable of the full force of the Master of Delight; it makes us capable also to bear the utter play of the Master of Power. Pain is the key that opens the gates of strength; it is the high-road that leads to the city of beatitude.”

My God is love and sweetly suffers all.

Our actual enemy is not any force exterior to ourselves, but our own crying weaknesses, our cowardice, our selfishness, our hypocrisy, our purblind sentimentalism.

India of the ages is not dead nor has she spoken her last creative word; she lives and has still something to do for herself and the human peoples.

Rather hang thyself than belong to the horde of successful imitators.

By your stumbling, the world is perfected.

But few are those who tread the sunlit path; Only the pure in soul can walk in light.

Remember that you are at an exceptional hour in a unique epoch, that you have this great happiness, this invaluable privilege, of being present at the birth of a new world.

There is nothing small in God’s eyes; let there be nothing small in thine

Ourselves within us lethal forces nurse; We make of our own enemies our guests.

The supreme end is the freedom of the spirit.

The soul in man is greater than his fate.

The practice of Yoga brings us face to face with the extraordinary complexity of our own being.

He who chooses the infinite has been chosen by the infinite.

The experiences of your past life which are stored within come up to the surface to be rejected. By rejecting all these by and by the inside will have to be cleansed.

The supreme state of human love is the unity of one soul in two bodies.

Peace is the first condition, without which nothing else can be stable.

To love to read is to exchange hours of ennui for hours of delight.

Be not content with the best book; seek sidelights from the others; have no favourites.

ONLY IN MY DREAMS is pure Eve Byron, which means it’s a pure delight. I fell in love with Lorelei and Dane, two of the most delightful characters I’ve encountered in a very long time.

We all need to learn a new language for love – a language that speaks not in socks, pancakes, and paychecks, but in shared fascination with physics or poetry, delight in each other’s uniqueness, and mutual practical and emotional support.

A fondness for reading changes the inevitable dull hours of our life into exquisite hours of delight.

The children gazed in delight. Nothing but trees and birds and little wild animals. Oh, what a secret island, all for their very own, to live on and play on.

Sensual is everything that refers to the delight of the senses. And that’s what artists do, is stimulate the senses in any possible way.

Our delight in any particular study, art, or science rises and improves in proportion to the application which we bestow upon it. Thus, what was at first an exercise becomes at length an entertainment.