It Is The Artist's Business To Create

To A Man Whose Mind Is Free There Is Something Even More Intolerable In The Sufferings Of Animals Than In The Sufferings Of Man. For With The Latter It Is At Least Admitted That Suffering Is Evil And That The Man Who Causes It Is A Criminal. But Thousands Of Animals Are Uselessly Butchered Every Day Without A Shadow Of Remorse. If Any Man Were To Refer To It, He Would Be Thought Ridiculous. And That Is The Unpardonable Crime.

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!

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

Let Us Seek Truth Everywhere; Let Us Cull It Wherever We Can Find Its Blossom Or Its Seed. Having Found The Seed, Let Us Scatter It To The Winds Of Heaven. Where Ever It May Blow, It Will Germinate. There Is No Lack In This Wide Universe Of Souls That Will Form The New Ground.

To Understand Everything Is To Hate Nothing.