My Own Life In India, Since I

Among The Various Vernaculars That Are Spoken In Different Parts Of India, There Is One That Stands Out Strongly From The Rest, As That Which Is Most Widely Known. It Is Hindi. A Man Who Knows Hindi Can Travel Over India And Find Everywhere Hindi-speaking People.

I Have Ever Been The Queerest Mixture Of Weakness And Strength, And Have Paid Heavily For The Weakness.

In The Light Of Reincarnation Life Changes Its Aspect, For It Becomes The School Of The Eternal Man Within Us, Who Seeks Therein His Development, The Man That Was And Is And Shall Be, For Whom The Hour Will Never Strike.

In Literature And In Art, Alike, This Gloomy Fashion Of Regarding Death Has Been Characteristic Of Christianity. Death Has Been Painted As A Skeleton Grasping A Scythe, A Grinning Skull, A Threatening Figure With Terrible Face And Uplifted Dart, A Bony Scarecrow Shaking An Hourglass - All That Could Alarm And Repel Has Been Gathered Round This Rightly-named King Of Terrors.

Never Forget That Life Can Only Be Nobly Inspired And Rightly Lived If You Take It Bravely And Gallantly, As A Splendid Adventure In Which You Are Setting Out Into An Unknown Country, To Face Many A Danger, To Meet Many A Joy, To Find Many A Comrade, To Win And Lose Many A Battle.