Where Love Rules, Laws Are

The Man Of Meditation Is The Man Who Wastes No Time, Scatters No Energy, Misses No Opportunity.

My First Serious Attempts At Writing Were Made In 1868, And I Took Up Two Very Different Lines Of Composition; I Wrote Some Short Stories Of A Very Flimsy Type, And Also A Work Of A Much More Ambitious Character, 'the Lives Of The Black Letter Saints.'

Socialism Is The Ideal State, But It Can Never Be Achieved While Man Is So Selfish.

Yoga Is A Science, And Not A Vague Dreamy Drifting Or Imagining.

No Durable Things Are Built On Violent Passion. Nature Grows Her Plants In Silence And In Darkness, And Only When They Have Become Strong Do They Put Their Heads Above The Ground.