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While The River Of Life Glides Along Smoothly, It Remains The Same River; Only The Landscape On Either Bank Seems To Change.

The Translation Of The Veda Will Hereafter Tell To A Great Extent On The Fate Of India And On The Growth Of Millions Of Souls In That Country. It Is The Root Of Their Religion, And To Show Them What The Root Is, I Feel Sure, Is The Only Way Of Uprooting All That Has Sprung From It During The Last 3000 Years.

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.

He Who Wishes To Put On The Yellow Dress Without Having Cleansed Himself From Sin, Who Disregards Temperance And Truth, Is Unworthy Of The Yellow Dress.

Victory Breeds Hatred, For The Conquered Is Unhappy.