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

O vanity! you are the lever by means of which Archimedes wished to lift the earth!

I was ready to love the whole world, but no one understood me, and I learned to hate.

Love, like fire, goes out without fuel.

We survive on novelty, so much less demanding than commitment.

He in his madness prays for storms, and dreams that storms will bring him peace.

We almost always forgive those we understand.

I was born, so that the whole world could be a spectator Of my triumph or my doom.

A strange thing, the human heart in general, and woman’s heart in particular.

Passions are merely ideas in their initial stage.

Happiness comes the way the wind blows.

I want to reconcile myself with heaven, I want to love, I want to pray, I want to believe in good.

One should never spurn a penitent criminal: in his despair he may become twice as much a criminal as before.

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!

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.