If we let things terrify us, life will not be worth living.
Let new India arise out of peasants' cottage, grasping the plough, out of huts, cobbler and sweeper.
There is no other teacher but your own soul.
My countrymen should have nerves of steel, muscles of iron, and minds like thunderbolt.
My child, what I want is muscles of iron and nerves of steel, inside which dwells a mind of the same material as that of which the thunderbolt is made.
There is no motion in a straight line. A straight line infinitely projected becomes a circle.
The will is not free - it is a phenomenon bound by cause and effect - but there is something behind the will which is free.
What gets lost in the textbook is the overall narrative. It gets lost in all the boxes and all the photos and all the little stuff that's stuck in all the time.
There is nothing more humanly beautiful than a woman's breasts. Nothing more humanly beautiful, nothing more humanly mysterious than why men should want to caress, over and over again, with paintbrush or chisel or hand, these oddly curved fatty sacs, and nothing more humanly endearing than our complicity (I mean the complicity of women) in their obsession.
there's only a space between now and here to get yourself nowhere.
The truth is, once you learn how to die, you learn how to live.