He who thinks of the suffering humanity, will not think of himself. Where has he the time?

A man will see and hear only that which he wishes to see and hear. A gardener will see only the flowers in a garden, whilst a philosopher will be oblivious of them. Perhaps he will not even notice whether he is inside the garden or outside!

We can see and even rectify our shortcomings through those we live with. If we maintain the highest standard of purity in our everyday life, we can hope to render real service.

Those who take the vow of Truth should practise silence. Nevertheless, we find that many a seeker after Truth is given to much talking, the obvious reason being force of habit. Let us give up this habit.

How shall we remember the dear departed? It is my firm belief that they do not die; it is only their bodies that perish. Their memory has to be kept alive by imbibing their virtues as far as we can, by taking up their good work and promoting it to the best of our ability. Flowers are placed on their samadhis to strengthen such remembrance. But to remain content with mere flower-offering would be idol-worship.

How wrong it is to ask others to be clean when we ourselves remain unclean!

The only difference between man and man all the world over is one of degree, and not of kind, even as there is between trees of the same species. Why then anger, envy or discrimination?

Let a man not make a good resolution at all; but if he makes one after due deliberation, let him never abandon it.

Mans capacity for self-deception is immeasurably greater than that for deceiving others. Every sensible person will testify to this.

Credit lies in restraining ones anger against ones own kith and kin. In the case of strangers, one is compelled to keep ones temper under control. What merit can there be in that?