One Makes Mistakes; That Is

To A Man Whose Mind Is Free There Is Something Even More Intolerable In The Sufferings Of Animals Than In The Sufferings Of Man. For With The Latter It Is At Least Admitted That Suffering Is Evil And That The Man Who Causes It Is A Criminal. But Thousands Of Animals Are Uselessly Butchered Every Day Without A Shadow Of Remorse. If Any Man Were To Refer To It, He Would Be Thought Ridiculous. And That Is The Unpardonable Crime.

The True Vedantic Spirit Does Not Start Out With A System Of Preconceived Ideas. It Possesses Absolute Liberty And Unrivalled Courage Among Religions With Regard To The Facts To Be Observed And The Diverse Hypotheses It Has Laid Down For Their Coordination. Never Having Been Hampered By A Priestly Order, Each Man Has Been Entirely Free To Search Wherever He Pleased For The Spiritual Explanation Of The Spectacle Of The Universe.

Everything Is Music For The Born Musician.

It Is The Artist's Business To Create Sunshine When The Sun Fails.

The More A Man Lives, The More A Man Creates, The More A Man Loves And Loses Those Whom He Loves, The More Does He Escape From Death. With Every New Blow That We Have To Bear, With Every New Work That We Round And Finish, We Escape From Ourselves, We Escape Into The Work We Have Created, The Soul We Have Loved, The Soul That Has Left Us.