Truth is as hard as adamant and tender as a blossom.

The meaning of this is, that whomsoever we love, in him we find our own soul in the highest sense. The final truth of our existence lies in this. God, the Supreme Soul, is in me, as well as in my son, and my joy in my son is the realisation of this truth.

When our universe is in harmony with man, the eternal, we know it as truth, we feel it as beauty.

The foolish man conceives the idea of 'self.' The wise man sees there is no ground on which to build the idea of 'self;' thus, he has a right conception of the world and well concludes that all compounds amassed by sorrow will be dissolved again, but the truth will remain.

There are only two mistakes one can make along the road to truth; not going all the way, and not starting.

Those who have failed to work toward the truth have missed the purpose of living.