There Are Some Dead Who Are More

Any Man Who Is Really A Man Must Learn To Be Alone In The Midst Of Others, To Think Alone For Others, And, If Necessary, Against Others.

Every Race, Every Art Has Its Hypocrisy. The World Is Fed With A Little Truth And Many Lies.

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!

All These Young Millionaires Were Anarchists, Of Course: When A Man Possesses Everything It Is The Supreme Luxury For Him To Deny Society: For In That Way He Can Evade His Responsibilities

Most Men Are Essentially Dead By Thirty.