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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.

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.

While The River Of Life Glides Along Smoothly, It Remains The Same River; Only The Landscape On Either Bank Seems To Change.

The Evil-doer Mourns In The Next; He Mourns In Both. He Mourns And Suffers When He Sees The Evil Of His Own Work.

The Man Who Is Free From Credulity, But Knows The Uncreated, Who Has Cut All Ties, Removed All Temptations, Renounced All Desires, He Is The Greatest Of Men.