Man In The World's Life Works Out

Life Was A Sorrowful Throb Of This Matter Teaching It Anguish, Teaching It Hope And Desire Trod Out Too Soon In The Mire, Life The Frail Joy That Regrets Its Briefness, Life The Long Sorrow.

One Who Loves God Finds The Object Of His Love Everywhere.

The Anarchic Is The True Divine State Of Man In The End As In The Beginning; But In Between It Would Lead Us Straight To The Devil And His Kingdom.

Ourselves Within Us Lethal Forces Nurse; We Make Of Our Own Enemies Our Guests.

We Have To Create Strength Where It Did Not Exist Before; We Have To Change Our Natures, And Become New Men With New Hearts, To Be Born Again. We Need A Nucleus Of Men In Whom The Shakti Is Developed To Its Uttermost Extent, In Whom It Fills Every Corner Of The Personality And Overflows To Fertilise The Earth. These, Having The Fire Of Bhawani In Their Hearts And Brains, Will Go Forth And Carry The Flame To Every Nook And Cranny Of Our Land.