At its starting point in India, the birthplace of races and religions, the womb of the world.
You are one of the forces of nature.
Achieving a goal is nothing. The getting there is everything.
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....?
Every epoch dreams its successor.
What manly eloquence could produce such an effect as woman's silence?