Sweetest smile is made saddest tear-drop!

Shall any gazer see with mortal eyes,Or any searcher know by mortal mind,Veil after veil will lift–but there must be Veil upon veil behind.

Then, O King! the God, so saying,Stood, to Pritha’s Son displayingAll the splendour, wonder, dreadOf His vast Almighty-head.Out of countless eyes beholding,Out of countless mouths commanding,Countless mystic forms enfoldingIn one Form: supremely standingCountless radiant glories...

Within yourself deliverance must be searched for, because each man makes his own prison.

There is no caste in blood.

Sleep – death without dying – living, but not life.