“Destiny is the prison and chain of the ignorant. Understand that destiny like the water of the Nile.”

The ultimate purpose of religious life is to make this evolution move in a direction far more important to the destiny of the ego than the moral health of the social fabric which forms his present environment.

Though the terror of the sea gives to none security, in the secret of the shell. Self preserving we may dwell.

But inner experience is only one source of human knowledge.

Be not entangled in this world of days and nights; Thou hast another time and space as well.

Physiologically less violent and psychologically more suitable to a concrete type of mind.

Vision without power does bring moral elevation but cannot give a lasting culture.

The standpoint of the man who relies on religious experience for capturing Reality must always remain individual and incommunicable.

Why should I ask the wise men: Whence is my beginning? I am busy with the thought: Where will be my end?

Since love first made the breast an instrument Of fierce lamenting, by its flame my heart Was molten to a mirror, like a rose I pluck my breast apart, that I may hang This mirror in your sight.

The truth is that the religious and the scientific processes, though involving different methods, are identical in their final aim. Both aim at reaching the most real.

But only a brief moment is granted to the brave one breath or two, whose wage is the long nights of the grave.

Yet higher religion, which is only a search for a larger life, is essentially experience and recognized the necessity of experience as its foundation long before science learnt to do so.

In the first period religious life appears as a form of discipline which the individual or a whole people must accept as an unconditional command without any rational understanding of the ultimate meaning and purpose of that command.

People who have no hold over their process of thinking are likely to be ruined by liberty of thought. If thought is immature, liberty of thought becomes a method of converting men into animals.

Why hast thou made me born in this country, The inhabitant of which is satisfied with being a slave?

When truth has no burning, then it is philosophy, when it gets burning from the heart, it becomes poetry.