That Deed Is Not Well

It Smote Me To The Heart That I Had Found No One In All The World Who Loved Me More Than All Others.

He In Whom All This Is Destroyed, And Taken Out With The Very Root, He, When Freed From Hatred And Wise, Is Called Respectable.

Without A Belief In Personal Immortality, Religion Surely Is Like An Arch Resting On One Pillar, Like A Bridge Ending In An Abyss.

The Evil Done By Oneself, Self-begotten, Self-bred, Crushes The Foolish, As A Diamond Breaks A Precious Stone.

In The History Of The World The Vedas Fill A Gap Which No Literary Work In Any Other Language Could Fill. I Maintain That To Everybody Who Cares For Himself For His Ancestors For His Intellectual Development A Study Of The Vedic Literature Is Indeed Indispensable.