There Are Some Dead Who Are More

It Is The Artist's Business To Create Sunshine When The Sun Fails.

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 True Vedantic Spirit Does Not Start Out With A System Of Preconceived Ideas. It Possesses Absolute Liberty And Unrivalled Courage Among Religions With Regard To The Facts To Be Observed And The Diverse Hypotheses It Has Laid Down For Their Coordination. Never Having Been Hampered By A Priestly Order, Each Man Has Been Entirely Free To Search Wherever He Pleased For The Spiritual Explanation Of The Spectacle Of The Universe.

Let Us Seek Truth Everywhere; Let Us Cull It Wherever We Can Find Its Blossom Or Its Seed. Having Found The Seed, Let Us Scatter It To The Winds Of Heaven. Where Ever It May Blow, It Will Germinate. There Is No Lack In This Wide Universe Of Souls That Will Form The New Ground.

The Greatest Book Is Not The One Whose Message Engraves Itself On The Brain, As A Telegraphic Message Engraves Itself On The Ticker-tape, But The One Whose Vital Impact Opens Up Other Viewpoints, And From Writer To Reader Spreads The Fire That Is Fed By The Various Essences, Until It Becomes A Vast Conflagration Leaping From Forest To Forest.