A Hero Is A Man Who Does

The Greatest Book Is Not The One Whose Message Engraves Itself On The Brain, As A Telegraphic Message Engraves Itself On The Ticker-tape, But The One Whose Vital Impact Opens Up Other Viewpoints, And From Writer To Reader Spreads The Fire That Is Fed By The Various Essences, Until It Becomes A Vast Conflagration Leaping From Forest To Forest.

His (swami Vivekananda) Words Are Great Music, Phrases In The Style Of Beethoven, Stirring Rhythms Like The March Of Handel Choruses. I Cannot Touch These Sayings Of His, Scattered As They Are Through The Pages Of Books, At Thirty Years' Distance, Without Receiving A Thrill Through My Body Like An Electric Shock. And What Shocks, What Transports, Must Have Been Produced When In Burning Words They Issued From The Lips Of The Hero!

Thousands Of Animals (now Billions) Are Butchered Every Day Without A Shadow Of Remorse. It Cries Vengeance Upon All The Human Race.

History Furnishes To Politics All The Arguments That It Needs, For The Chosen Cause.

Be Reverent Before The Dawning Day. Do Not Think Of What Will Be In A Year, Or In Ten Years. Think Of To-day.