He In Whom All This Is Destroyed,

Thus One Memory Follows Another Until The Waves Dash Together Over Our Heads, And A Deep Sigh Swells The Breast, Which Warns Us That We Have Forgotten To Breathe In The Midst Of These Pure Thoughts.

Whatever Sphere Of The Human Mind You May Select For Your Special Study, Whether It Be Language, Or Religion, Or Mythology, Or Philosophy, Whether It Be Laws Or Customs, Primitive Art Or Primitive Science, Everywhere, You Have To Go To India, Whether You Like It Or Not, Because Some Of The Most Valuable And Most Instructive Materials In The History Of Man Are Treasured Up In India, And In India Only.

Without A Belief In Personal Immortality, Religion Surely Is Like An Arch Resting On One Pillar, Like A Bridge Ending In An Abyss.

Even In Heavenly Pleasures He Finds No Satisfaction, The Disciple Who Is Fully Awakened Delights Only In The Destruction Of All Desires.

And If I Were To Ask Myself From What Literature We Who Have Been Nurtured Almost Exclusively On The Thoughts Of Greeks And Romans, And Of The Semitic Race, The Jewish, May Draw The Corrective Which Is Most Wanted In Order To Make Our Inner Life More Perfect, More Comprehensive, More Universal, In Fact More Truly Human A Life... Again I Should Point To India.