But India Did Not Pass Me By

...it Seemed To Me I Was Living In An Insane Asylum Of My Own Making. I Wnt About With All These Fantastic Figures: Centaurs, Nymphs, Satyrs, Gods And Goddesses, As Though They Were Patients And I Was Analyzing Them. I Read A Greek Or Negro Myth As If A Lunatic Were Telling Me His Anamnesis.

Imagination Is A Concentrated Extract Of All The Forces Of Life.

We Should Not Pretend To Understand The World Only By The Intellect; We Apprehend It Just As Much By Feeling. Therefore, The Judgment Of The Intellect Is, At Best, Only The Half Of Truth, And Must, If It Be Honest, Also Come To An Understanding Of Its Inadequacy.

If I Accept The Fact That A God Is Absolute And Beyond All Human Experiences, He Leaves Me Cold. I Do Not Affect Him, Nor Does He Affect Me. But If I Know That A God Is A Powerful Impulse In My Soul, At Once I Must Concern Myself With Him, For Then He Can Become Important

As Any Change Must Begin Somewhere, It Is The Single Individual Who Will Experience It And Carry It Through. The Change Must Indeed Begin With An Individual; It Might Be Any One Of Us. Nobody Can Afford To Look Round And To Wait For Somebody Else To Do What He Is Loath To Do Himself.