You Desire A Popular Art? Begin By

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!

You Desire A Popular Art? Begin By Having A "people" Whose Minds Are Liberated, A People Not Crushed By Misery And Ceaseless Toil, Not Brutalized By Every Superstition And Every Fanaticism, A People Of Itself, And Victor In The Fight That Is Being Waged Today.

As A Result Of All His Education, From Everything He Hears And Sees Around Him, The Child Absorbs Such A Lot Of Lies And Foolish Nonsense, Mixed In With Essential Truths, That The First Duty Of The Adolescent Who Wants To Be A Healthy Man Is To Disgorge It All.

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.