While The River Of Life Glides Along

Samskrit Is The Greatest Language Of The World.

That Deed Is Not Well Done Of Which A Man Must Repent, And The Reward Of Which He Receives Crying And With A Tearful Face.

I Was So Astonished That Another Had Penetrated So Deeply Into The Secrets Of My Soul, And That He Knew What I Did Not Know Myself, That When I Recovered From It He Had Already Been Long Upon The Street.

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.

As A Tree, Even Though It Has Been Cut Down, Is Firm So Long As Its Root Is Safe, And Grows Again, Thus, Unless The Feeders Of Thirst Are Destroyed, The Pain (of Life) Will Return Again And Again.