“What is God after all? An eternal child playing an eternal game in an eternal garden.”

A quiet mind does not mean that there will be no thoughts or mental movements at all, but that these will be on the surface, and you will feel your true being within, separate from them, observing but not carried away.

Material things are not to be despised-without them there can be no manifestation in the material world.

Genius discovers a system; average talent stereotypes it till it is shattered by fresh genius.

That which we call the Hindu religion is really the Eternal religion because it embraces all others.

The highest aim of the aesthetic being is to find the Divine through beauty; the highest Art is that which by an inspired use of significant and interpretative form unseals the door of the spirit.

To doubt the experience is to discourage it. Let it be developed, see what is in it.

Sit in meditation ! But do not think ! Look only at your mind ! You will see thoughts coming into it ! Before they can enter, throw these away from your mind till your mind is capable of entire silence.

All existence is a manifestation of God.

She saw the myriad gods, and beyond God his own ineffable eternity; she saw that there were ranges of life beyond our present life, ranges of mind beyond our present mind and above these she saw the splendors of the spirit.

Trust the divine power, and she will free the godlike elements in you and shape all into an expression of divine nature.

The spiritual path is one of falling on your face, getting up, brushing yourself off, turning and looking sheepishly at God and then taking the next step.

The yogin becomes aware in part of the action of the supramental power organizing the lower vehicle (ādhāra). A part of it remains behind the veil and prepares itself.

One mighty deed can change the course of things; a lonely thought becomes omnipotent.

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.