His (Swami Vivekananda) words are great music, phrases in the style of Beethoven, stirring rhythms like the march of Handel choruses. I cannot touch these sayings of his, scattered as they are through the pages of books, at thirty years' distance, without receiving a thrill through my body like an electric shock. And what shocks, what transports, must have been produced when in burning words they issued from the lips of the hero!

There is only one heroism in the world: to see the world as it is, and to love it.

Passion is like genius: a miracle.

Everyone, deep down within, carries a small cemetery of those he has loved.

Skepticism, riddling the faith of yesterday, prepared the way for the faith of tomorrow.

Love of my country does not demand that I shall hate and slay those noble and faithful souls who also love theirs.

Everything is music for the born musician.