To Understand Everything Is To Hate Nothing.

Most Men Are Essentially Dead By Thirty.

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!

You Are A Vain Fellow. You Want To Be A Hero. That Is Why You Do Such Silly Things. A Hero!... I Don't Quite Know What That Is: But, You See, I Imagine That A Hero Is A Man Who Does What He Can. The Others Do Not Do It.

Each Man Must Learn His Own Ideal And Try To Accomplish It: That Is A Surer Way Of Progress Than To Take The Ideas Of Another.

Everyone, Deep Down Within, Carries A Small Cemetery Of Those He Has Loved.