The color of my consciousness made the emerald green, and the ruby red. I gazed at the sky, and the light dazzled in the east and the...
I had gone a-begging from door to door in the village path when thy golden chariot appeared in the distance like a gorgeous dream and I...
A great poem, when analyzed, is a set of detached sounds. The reader who finds out the meaning, which is the inner medium that connects...
The more man acts and makes actual what was latent in him, the nearer does he bring the distant Yet-to-be. In that actualisation,...
When we watch a child trying to walk, we see its countless failures; its successes are but few. If we had to limit our observation...
The question will be asked, "What is goodness? What does our moral nature mean?" My answer is that when a man...
Once there was an occasion for me to motor down to Calcutta from a place a hundred miles away. Something wrong with the mechanism made it...
I see a light, but no fire. Is this what my life is to be like? Better to head for the grave. A messenger comes, the...