The Individual Succumbs, But He

The Soul Of A Civilization Is Its Religion, And It Dies With Its Faith.

I Feel For All Faiths The Warm Sympathy Of One Who Has Come To Learn That Even The Trust In Reason Is A Precarious Faith, And That We Are All Fragments Of Darkness Groping For The Sun. I Know No More About The Ultimates Than The Simplest Urchin In The Streets.

If I Were Rich I Would Have Many Books, And I Would Pamper Myself With Bindings Bright To The Eye And Soft To The Touch, Paper Generously Opaque, And Type Such As Men Designed When Printing Was Very Young. I Would Dress My Gods In Leather And Gold, And Burn Candles Of Worship Before Them At Night, And String Their Names Like Beads On A String.

Moral Codes Adjust Themselves To Environmental Conditions.

India Will Teach Us The Tolerance And Gentleness Of Mature Mind, Understanding Spirit And A Unifying, Pacifying Love For All Human Beings.