Underneath All Civilization, Ancient Or Modern, Moved

It Is One Of The Most Culpable Oversights Of Nature That Virtue And Beauty So Often Come In Separate Packages.

The Crossroads Of Trade Are The Meeting Place Of Ideas, The Attrition Ground Of Rival Customs And Beliefs; Diversities Beget Conflict, Comparison, Thought; Superstitions Cancel One Another, And Reason Begins.

India Was The Motherland Of Our Race, And Sanskrit The Mother Of Europe's Languages: She Was The Mother Of Our Philosophy; Mother, Through The Arabs, Of Much Of Our Mathematics; Mother, Through The Buddha, Of The Ideals Embodied In Christianity; Mother, Through The Village Community, Of Self-government And Democracy. Mother India Is In Many Ways The Mother Of Us All.

Inquiry Is Fatal To Certainty.

Civilization Is The Order And Freedom Is Promoting Cultural Activity.