Our love for India came to birth, I think, when we first heard him say the word, �India�, in that marvellous voice of his. It seems incredible that so much could have been put into one small word of five letters. There was love, passion, pride, longing, adoration, tragedy, chivalry, and again love. Whole volumes could not have produced such a feeling in others. It had the magic power of creating love in those who heard it.'
Stick to God! Who cares what comes to the body or to anything else! Through the terrors of evil, say -- my God, my love! Through the pangs of death, say -- my God, my love! Through all the evils under the sun, say my God, my love!
-Swami Vivekananda
Empty
