Victory Breeds Hatred, For The Conquered Is

It Is The Heart That Makes The Critic, Not The Nose.

And Then When All Around Grows Dark, When We Feel Utterly Alone, When All Men Right And Left Pass Us By And Know Us Not, A Forgotten Feeling Rises In The Breast.

Self Is The Lord Of Self, Who Else Could Be The Lord?.

The Vedic Literature Opens To Us A Chapter In What Has Been Called The Education Of The Human Race To Which We Can Find No Parallel Anywhere Else.

Soon The Child Learns That There Are Strangers, And Ceases To Be A Child.