Great hearts alone understand how much glory there is in being good.
The real, in all this efforts, is that we climb just for climbing.
At its starting point in India, the birthplace of races and religions, the womb of the world.
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....?
The indifference of men, far more than their tyranny, is the torment of women.
What is the first part of politics? Education. The second? Education. And the third? Education.