There Is No Book In The World

If I Were Asked Under What Sky The Human Mind Has Most Fully Developed Some Of Its Choicest Gifts, Has Most Deeply Pondered On The Greatest Problems Of Life, And Has Found Solutions, I Should Point To India.

Is It Sin, Which Makes The Worm A Chrysalis, And The Chrysalis A Butterfly, And The Butterfly Dust?

The Scent Of Flowers Does Not Travel Against The Wind; But The Odor Of Good People Travels; Even Against The Wind: A Good Man Pervades Every Place.

Victory Breeds Hatred, For The Conquered Is Unhappy.

I Spend My Happiest Hours In Reading Vedantic Books. They Are To Me Like The Light Of The Morning, Like The Pure Air Of The Mountains - So Simple, So True, If Once Understood.