Powered by Bravenet Bravenet Blog

Sunday, January 29th 2017

12:05 AM

Daily Reading



U. S. A.,

21st September, 1894.


     I am very sorry to hear your determination of giving up the world so soon.  The fruit falls from the tree when it gets ripe.  So wait for the time to come.  Do not hurry.  Moreover, no one has the right to make others miserable by his foolish acts.  Wait, have patience, everything will come right in time.

Yours with blessings,






[Letter to Isabelle McKindley]


26th Sept., 1894.


     Your letter with the India mail just to hand. A quantity of newspaper clippings were sent over to me from India.  I send them back for your perusal and safe keeping.

     I am busy writing letters to India last few days. I will remain a few days more in Boston.

     With my love and blessings,

Yours ever affly.,






U. S. A.

27th September, 1894.


     ...One thing I find in the books of my speeches and sayings published in Calcutta.  Some of them are printed in such a way as to savour of political views; whereas I am no politician or political agitator.  I care only for the Spirit—when that is right everything will be righted by itself. ...So you must warn the Calcutta people that no political significance be ever attached falsely to any of my writings or sayings.  What nonsense!  

...I heard that Rev. Kali Charan Banerji in a lecture to Christian missionaries said that I was a political delegate.  If it was said publicly, then publicly ask the Babu for me to write to any of the Calcutta papers and prove it, or else take back his foolish assertion.  This is their trick!  I have said a few harsh words in honest criticism of Christian governments in general, but that does not mean that I care for, or have any connection with politics or that sort of thing. Those who think it very grand to print extracts from those lectures and want to prove that I am a political preacher, to them I say, "Save me from my friends." ...

     ...Tell my friends that a uniform silence is all my answer to my detractors.  If I give them tit for tat, it would bring us down to a level with them. Tell them that truth will take care of itself, and that they are not to fight anybody for me.  They have much to learn yet, and they are only children.  They are still full of foolish golden dreams—mere boys!

     ...This nonsense of public life and newspaper blazoning has disgusted me thoroughly.  I long to go back to the Himalayan quiet,

Ever yours affectionately,



0 Comment(s) / View Entry