Skepticism, Riddling The Faith Of Yesterday, Prepared

Take Possession Of The Air, Submit The Elements, Penetrate The Last Redoubts Of Nature, Make Space Retreat, Make Death Retreat.

Discussion Is Impossible With Someone Who Claims Not To Seek The Truth, But Already To Possess It.

To Understand Everything Is To Hate Nothing.

Everything Is Music For The Born Musician.

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!