A Hero Is A Man Who Does

Take Possession Of The Air, Submit The Elements, Penetrate The Last Redoubts Of Nature, Make Space Retreat, Make Death Retreat.

The Artist Is The Compass Which, Through The Raging Of The Storm, Points Steadily To The North.

It Is Not Peace That I Seek, But Life.

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.

If There Is One Place On The Face Of The Earth Where All The Dreams Of Living Men Have Found A Home From The Very Earliest Days When Man Began The Dream Of Existence, It Is India. For More Than 30 Centuries, The Tree Of Vision, With All Its Thousand Branches And Their Millions Of Twigs, Has Sprung From This Torrid Land, The Burning Womb Of The Gods. It Renews Itself Tirelessly Showing No Signs Of Decay.