The Friend Who Understands You, Creates You.

Love Of My Country Does Not Demand That I Shall Hate And Slay Those Noble And Faithful Souls Who Also Love Theirs.

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

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!

The More A Man Lives, The More A Man Creates, The More A Man Loves And Loses Those Whom He Loves, The More Does He Escape From Death. With Every New Blow That We Have To Bear, With Every New Work That We Round And Finish, We Escape From Ourselves, We Escape Into The Work We Have Created, The Soul We Have Loved, The Soul That Has Left Us.

Let Us Return To Our Eagle's Nest In The Himalayas. It Is Waiting For Us, For It Is Ours, Eaglets Of Europe, We Need Not Renounce Any Part Of Our Real Nature...whence We Formerly Took Our Flight.