Infinite Quotes

The march of humanity, springing as it does from an infinite multitude of individual wills, is continuous.

To God there is nothing small. The moment we have given it to God, it becomes infinite.

Our self (Soul), as a form of God's joy, is deathless. For his joy is amritham, eternal bliss. We know that the life of a Soul, which is finite in its expression and infinite in its principle, must go through the portals of death in its journey to realize the infinite.

Music fills the infinite between two souls. This has been muffled by the mist of our daily habits.

Religion is not a fractional thing that can be doled out in fixed weekly or daily measures as one among various subjects in the school syllabus. It is the truth of our complete being, the consciousness of our personal relationship with the infinite.

The infinite being has assumed unto himself the mystery of finitude. And in him who is love the finite and the infinite are made one.

The progress of our soul is like a perfect poem. It has an infinite idea which, once realised, makes all movements full of meaning and joy.

Music fills the infinite between two souls.

He who has infinite patience and infinite energy at his back, will alone succeed.

Two things are infinite: the universe and human stupidity; and I'm not sure about the the universe.

Books are infinite in number and time is short. The secret of knowledge is to take what is essential. Take that and try to live up to it.

Christ, Buddha, and Krishna are but waves in the Ocean of Infinite Consciousness that I am!

If you have infinite patience and perseverance, success is bound to come. No mistake in that.

The infinite library of the Universe is in your mind.

There is only one Soul in the Universe. There is no 'you' or 'me'; all variety is merged into the absolute unity, the one infinite existence - God.

Never say NO, Never say, 'I cannot', for you are INFINITE. All the power is WITHIN you. You can do anything.

You speak an infinite deal of nothing.

What a piece of work is a man! How noble in reason! How infinite in faculties! In form and moving, how express and admirable! In action how like an angel! In apprehension how like a god! The beauty of the world! The paragon of animals! And yet, to me, what is this quintessence of dust?