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....?

What is the first part of politics? Education. The second? Education. And the third? Education.

Every epoch dreams its successor.

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

Woman is the Sunday of man: not his repose only, but his joy; the salt of his life.

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

What manly eloquence could produce such an effect as woman's silence?