I Believe I Can Even Yet Remember

He Who Wishes To Put On The Yellow Dress Without Having Cleansed Himself From Sin, Who Disregards Temperance And Truth, Is Unworthy Of The Yellow Dress.

To Me This Technical Acceptation Seems Not Applicable Here, Where We Have To Deal With The Simplest Moral Precepts, And Not With Psychological Niceties Of Buddhist Philosophy.

The First Pages Of Memory Are Like The Old Family Bible. The First Leaves Are Wholly Faded And Somewhat Soiled With Handling. But, When We Turn Further, And Come To The Chapters Where Adam And Eve Were Banished From Paradise, Then, All Begins To Grow Clear And Legible.

I Have Declared Again And Again That If I Say Aryans, I Mean Neither Blood Nor Bones, Nor Hair Nor Skull; I Mean Simply Those Who Speak An Aryan Language. In That Sense, And In That Sense Only, Do I Say That Even The Blackest Hindus Represent An Earlier Stage Of Aryan Speech And Thought Than The Fairest Scandinavians. To Me An Ethnologist Who Speaks Of Aryan Race, Aryan Blood, Aryan Eyes And Hair, Is As Great A Sinner As A Linguist Who Speaks Of A Dolichocephalic Dictionary Or A Brachycephalic Grammar.

Universities Were Not Meant Entirely, Or Even Chiefly, As Stepping-stones To An Examination, But That There Is Something Else Which Universities Can Teach And Ought To Teach-nay, Which I Feel Quite Sure They Were Originally Meant To Teach-something That May Not Have A Marketable Value Before A Board Of Examiners, But Which Has A Permanent Value For The Whole Of Our Life, And That Is A Real Interest In Our Work, And, More Than That, A Love Of Our Work, And, More Than That, A True Joy And Happiness In Our Work.