Each Man Must Learn His

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!

There Is Only One Heroism In The World: To See The World As It Is, And To Love It.

There Are Some Dead Who Are More Alive Than The Living.

A Great Nation Assailed By War Has Not Only Its Frontiers To Protect: It Must Also Protect Its Good Sense. It Must Protect Itself From The Hallucinations, Injustices, And Follies Which The Plague Lets Loose.

Let Us Return To Our Eagle's Nest In The Himalayas. It Is Waiting For Us, For It Is Ours, Eaglets Of Europe, We Need Not Renounce Any Part Of Our Real Nature...whence We Formerly Took Our Flight.