When a man sleeps he is shut up within the narrow activities of his physical life. He lives, but he knows not the varied relations of his life to his surroundings, - therefore he knows not himself.

Man's poverty is abysmal, his wants are endless till he becomes truly conscious of his soul. Till then, the world to him is in a state of flux - a phantasm that is and is not.

The one who plants a tree knowing he may never sit in its shade has learnt a little about life.

Free me as free is the forest fire, as is the thunder that laughs aloud and hurls defiance to darkness.