Any man who is really a man must learn to be alone in the midst of others, to think alone for others, and, if necessary, against others.

If there is one place on the face of earth where all the dreams of living men have found a home from the very earliest days when man began the dream of existence, it is India.

The greatest human ideal is the great cause of bringing together the thoughts of Europe and Asia; the great soul of India will topple our world.

History furnishes to politics all the arguments that it needs, for the chosen cause.

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!

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

Passion is like genius: a miracle.