The Vedic literature opens to us a chapter in what has been called the education of the human race to which we can find no parallel anywhere else.

There is no book in the world that is so thrilling, stirring and inspiring as the Upanishads.

Not far from our house, and opposite the old church with the golden cross, stood a large building, even larger than the church, and having many towers.

And then when all around grows dark, when we feel utterly alone, when all men right and left pass us by and know us not, a forgotten feeling rises in the breast.

Soon the child learns that there are strangers, and ceases to be a child.

Yes, now I understood for the first time that my soul was not so poor and empty as it had seemed to me, and that it had been only the sun that was lacking to open all its germs, and buds to the light.

That is the returning to God which in reality is never concluded on earth but yet leaves behind in the soul a divine home sickness, which never again ceases.