Death Fosters Life That Life May Suckle

When We Have Passed Beyond Knowings, Then We Shall Have Knowledge.

India Of The Ages Is Not Dead Nor Has She Spoken Her Last Creative Word; She Lives And Has Still Something To Do For Herself And The Human Peoples. And That Which Must Seek Now To Awake Is Not An Anglicised Oriental People, Docile Pupil Of The West And Doomed To Repeat The Cycle Of The Occident's Success And Failure, But Still The Ancient Immemorable Shakti Recovering Her Deepest Self, Lifting Her Head Higher Towards The Supreme Source Of Light And Strength And Turning To Discover The Complete Meaning And A Vaster Form Of Her Dharma.

Our Lives Are God's Messengers Beneath The Stars.

The Human Mind Moves Always Forward, Alters Its Viewpoint And Enlarges Its Thought Substance, And The Effect Of These Changes Is To Render Past Systems Of Thinking Obsolete Or, When They Are Preserved, To Extend, To Modify And Subtly Or Visibly To Alter Their Value.

Our Actual Enemy Is Not Any Force Exterior To Ourselves, But Our Own Crying Weaknesses, Our Cowardice, Our Selfishness, Our Hypocrisy, Our Purblind Sentimentalism.