Reading The Morning Newspaper Is The Realist's

The History Of The World Is Not The Theatre Of Happiness. Periods Of Happiness Are Blank Pages In It, For They Are Periods Of Harmony--periods When The Antithesis Is In Abeyance.

Regarding History As The Slaughter-bench At Which The Happiness Of Peoples, The Wisdom Of States, And The Virtue Of Individuals Have Been Victimized--the Question Involuntarily Arises--to What Principle, To What Final Aim These Enormous Sacrifices Have Been Offered.

Quite Generally, The Familiar, Just Because It Is Familiar, Is Not Cognitively Understood. The Commonest Way In Which We Deceive Either Ourselves Or Others About Understanding Is By Assuming Something As Familiar, And Accepting It On That Account; With All Its Pros And Cons, Such Knowing Never Gets Anywhere, And It Knows Not Why.... The Analysis Of An Idea, As It Used To Be Carried Out, Was, In Fact, Nothing Else Than Ridding It Of The Form In Which It Had Become Familiar.

It Strikes Everyone In Beginning To Form An Acquaintance With The Treasures Of Indian Literature That A Land So Rich In Intellectual Products And Those Of The Profoundest Order Of Thought.

Serious Occupation Is Labor That Has Reference To Some Want.