There Are Some Dead Who Are More

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!

Any Man Who Is Really A Man Must Learn To Be Alone In The Midst Of Others, To Think Alone For Others, And, If Necessary, Against Others.

I Find War Detestable But Those Who Praise It Without Participating In It Even More So.

Mozart Was Able To Do What He Wished In Music And He Never Wished To So What Was Beyond Him.

The Artist Is The Compass Which, Through The Raging Of The Storm, Points Steadily To The North.