So The Story Of Man

History Is So Indifferently Rich, That A Case For Almost Any Conclusion From It Can Be Made By A Selection Of Instances.

Progress Is The Increasing Control Of The Environment By Life.

A Cat Has A Reputation To Protect. If It Had A Halo, It Would Be Worn Cocked To One Side.

India Was The Motherland Of Our Race, And Sanskrit The Mother Of Europe's Languages: She Was The Mother Of Our Philosophy; Mother, Through The Arabs, Of Much Of Our Mathematics; Mother, Through The Buddha, Of The Ideals Embodied In Christianity; Mother, Through The Village Community, Of Self-government And Democracy. Mother India Is In Many Ways The Mother Of Us All.

What If It Is For Life's Sake That We Must Die? In Truth We Are Not Individuals; And It Is Because We Think Ourselves Such That Death Seems Unforgivable. We Are Temporary Organs Of The Race, Cells In The Body Of Life; We Die And Drop Away That Life May Remain Young And Strong. If We Were To Live Forever, Growth Would Be Stifled, And Youth Would Find No Room On Earth. Death, Like Style, Is The Removal Of Rubbish, The Circumcision Of The Superfluous. In The Midst Of Death Life Renews Itself Immortally.