The indifference of men, far more than their tyranny, is the torment of women.
He who would confine his thought to present time will not understand present reality.
At its starting point in India, the birthplace of races and religions, the womb of the world.
Love is strong in its passion; affection is powerful in its gentleness.
Great hearts alone understand how much glory there is in being good.
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....?