My Own Life In India, Since I

There Is No Birthright In The White Skin That It Shall Say That Wherever It Goes, To Any Nation, Amongst Any People, There The People Of The Country Shall Give Way Before It, And Those To Whom The Land Belongs Shall Bow Down And Become Its Servants.

In A Deep Metaphysical Sense, All That Is Conditioned Is Illusory. All Phenomena Are Literally 'appearances,' The Outer Masks In Which The One Reality Shows Itself Forth In Our Changing Universe. The More 'material' And Solid The Appearance, The Further Is It From Reality, And Therefore The More Illusory It Is.

The Mental Body, Like The Astral, Varies Much In Different People; It Is Composed Of Coarser Or Of Finer Matter, According To The Needs Of The More Or Less Unfolded Consciousness Connected With It. In The Educated It Is Active And Well-defined; In The Undeveloped It Is Cloudy And Inchoate.

All Men Die. You May Say: 'is That Encouraging?' Surely Yes, For When A Man Dies, His Blunders, Which Are Of The Form, All Die With Him, But The Things In Him That Are Part Of The Life Never Die, Although The Form Be Broken.

Every Person, Every Race, Every Nation, Has Its Own Particular Keynote Which It Brings To The General Chord Of Life And Of Humanity.