To Understand Everything Is To Hate Nothing.

I Know At Last What Distinguishes Man From Animals; Financial Worries.

His (swami Vivekananda) Words Are Great Music, Phrases In The Style Of Beethoven, Stirring Rhythms Like The March Of Handel Choruses. I Cannot Touch These Sayings Of His, Scattered As They Are Through The Pages Of Books, At Thirty Years' Distance, Without Receiving A Thrill Through My Body Like An Electric Shock. And What Shocks, What Transports, Must Have Been Produced When In Burning Words They Issued From The Lips Of The Hero!

Skepticism, Riddling The Faith Of Yesterday, Prepared The Way For The Faith Of Tomorrow.

Each Man Must Learn His Own Ideal And Try To Accomplish It: That Is A Surer Way Of Progress Than To Take The Ideas Of Another.

Leave Your Theories. All Theories, You See, Even Those Of Virtue, Are Bad, Foolish, Mischievous.