He is the true hero who fights to protect the helpless; though cut limb from limb, flees not the field.
The Self, having in dreams enjoyed the pleasures of sense, gone hither and thither, experienced good and evil, hastens back to the state of waking from which he started. As a man passes from dream to wakefulness, so does he pass from this life to the next.
Learn to make the whole world your own. No one is a stranger, my child; this whole world is your own.
Above the cloud with its shadow is the star with its light. Above all things reverence thyself.
He it is, the innermost one, who awakens my being with his deep hidden touches. He it is who puts his enchantment upon these eyes and joyfully plays on the chords of my heart in varied cadence of pleasure and pain.
