My Own Life In India,

No Durable Things Are Built On Violent Passion. Nature Grows Her Plants In Silence And In Darkness, And Only When They Have Become Strong Do They Put Their Heads Above The Ground.

The Birth Of Science Rang The Death-knell Of An Arbitrary And Constantly Interposing Supreme Power.

Quick Condemnation Of All That Is Not Ours, Of Views With Which We Disagree, Of Ideas That Do Not Attract Us, Is The Sign Of A Narrow Mind, Of An Uncultivated Intelligence. Bigotry Is Always Ignorant, And The Wise Boy, Who Will Become The Wise Man, Tries To Understand And To See The Truth In Ideas With Which He Does Not Agree.

Death Cannot Touch The Higher Consciousness Of Man ... It Can Only Separate Those Who Love Each Other So Far As Their Lower Vehicles Are Concerned; The Man Living On Earth, Blinded By Matter, Feels Separated From Those Who Have Passed Onwards, But ... There Is No Such Thing As Death At All.

'nature Is Conquered By Obedience' - And Her Resistless Energies Are At Our Bidding, As Soon As We, By Knowledge, Work With Them And Not Against Them. We Can Choose Out Of Her Boundless Stores The Forces That Serve Our Purpose In Momentum, In Direction, And So On, And Their Very Invariability Becomes The Guarantee Of Our Success.