To those privileged ones — among whom we count ourselves — the high-resounding "isms" to which their contemporaries ask them to give their allegiance are all equally futile: bound to be betrayed, defeated, and finally rejected by men at large, if containing anything really noble; bound to enjoy, for the time being, some sort of noisy success, if sufficiently vulgar, pretentious, and soul-killing to appeal to the growing number of mechanically conditioned slaves that crawl about our planet, posing as free men; all destined to prove, ultimately, of no avail.


The Lightning and the Sun (Calcutta: Temple Press, 1958, p. 3, http://www.vaidilute.com/books/savitri/savitri-01.html)


To those privileged ones — among whom we count ourselves — the high-resounding isms to which their contemporaries ask them to give their...

To those privileged ones — among whom we count ourselves — the high-resounding isms to which their contemporaries ask them to give their...

To those privileged ones — among whom we count ourselves — the high-resounding isms to which their contemporaries ask them to give their...

To those privileged ones — among whom we count ourselves — the high-resounding isms to which their contemporaries ask them to give their...