At its starting point in India, the birthplace of races and religions, the womb of the world.

How beautifully everything is arranged by Nature; as soon as a child enters the world, it finds a mother ready to take care of it.

Each year, it is necessary to respire, to take breath again, to revive ourselves at the great living sources that forever keep their eternal freshness. Where can we find them if not at the cradle of our race, on the sacred summits from where descend the Indus and the Ganges....?

He who knows how to be poor knows everything.

At its starting point in India, the birthplace of races and religions, the womb of the world.

He who would confine his thought to present time will not understand present reality.

The indifference of men, far more than their tyranny, is the torment of women.