The good man confers a blessing on the world by merely living.
Vice is our name for self-inflicted injury.
The distinguishing sign of slavery is to have a price and be bought for it.
Worldly riches and honors are the fig leaves with which the shamed soul attempts to hide its nakedness.
There is always room for a man of force, and he makes room for many.
A man seeing a very small arc of a very vast circle easily mistakes it for a straight line.
Let us have at least the dignity of trees and rivers.
To act by means of inaction is God.
Man’s unhappiness, as I construe, comes of his greatness; it is because there is an infinite in him, which with all his cunning he cannot quite bury under the finite.
We are near awakening when we dream that we dream.
--Swami Rama Tirtha