By Your Stumbling, The World Is Perfected.

Propaganda Is Necessary Only For The Sake Of Money!

One May Come Armoured, Invinsible. His Will Immobile Meets The Mobile Hour. The World Blows Cannot Bend This Victor Head. Calm And Sure Are His Steps In The Growing Night. The Goal Recedes, He Hurries Not His Pace. He Asks From No Help From The Inferior Gods. His Eyes Are Fixed On The Immutable Aim.

Man Is A Transitional Being, He Is Not Final; For In Him And High Beyond Him Ascend The Radiant Degrees Which Climb To A Divine Supermanhood. The Step From Man Towards Superman Is The Next Approaching Achievement In The Earth's Evolution. There Lies Our Destiny And The Liberating Key To Our Aspiring, But Troubled And Limited Human Existence — Inevitable Because It Is At Once The Intention Of The Inner Spirit And The Logic Of Nature's Process.

If India Is To Survive, She Must Be Made Young Again. Rushing And Billowing Streams Of Energy Must Be Poured Into Her; Her Soul Must Become, As It Was In The Old Times, Like The Surges, Vast, Puissant, Calm Or Turbulent At Will, An Ocean Of Action Or Of Force.

There Is No Greater Pride And Glory Than To Be A Perfect Instrument Of The Master.