Make your nerves strong. What we want is 
muscles of iron and nerves of steel. 
We have wept long enough. No more weeping, 
but stand on your feet and be men. 

It is a man-making religion that we want.
It is man-making theories that we want. 
It is man-making education all round that we want. 

And here is the test of truth — anything that makes
you weak physically, intellectually, and spiritually, 
reject as poison; there is no life in it,
it cannot be true.

Truth is strengthening. Truth is purity, 
truth is all-knowledge; truth must be strengthening, 

must be enlightening, must be invigorating.


  • All great undertakings are achieved through mighty obstacles. 
  • Put forth your manly effort. Wretched people under the grip of lust and 
  • gold deserve to be looked upon with indifference. 
  • Keep up the deepest mental poise; take not even the slightest notice 
  • of what puerile creatures may be saying against you. 
  • Indifference! Indifference! Indifference! All power is within you; 
  • you can do anything and everything. Believe in that; 
  • do not believe that you are weak; do not believe that you are 
  • half-crazy lunatics as most of us believe now-a-days. 
  • You can do anything and everything, 
  • without even the guidance of any one.


Our mistakes have places here. Go on! 

Do not look back if you think you have done something that is not right. 

Now, do you believe you could be what you are today, 

had you not made those mistakes before? Bless your mistakes, then. 

They have been angels unawares. Blessed be torture! 

Blessed be happiness Do not care what be your lot. 

Hold on to the ideal. March on! 

Do not look back upon little mistakes and things. 

In this battlefield of ours, the dust of mistakes must be raised. 

Those who are so thin-skinned that they cannot bear the dust, 

let them get out of the ranks. 

No One to Blame

The sun goes down, its crimson rays 
        Light up the dying day; 
A startled glance I throw behind 
        And count my triumph shame; 
                No one but me to blame.

Each day my life I make or mar,
        Each deed begets its kind, 
Good good, bad bad, the tide once set 
        No one can stop or stem; 
                No one but me to blame.

I am my own embodied past; 
        Therein the plan was made; 
The will, the thought, to that conform, 
        To that the outer frame; 
                No one but me to blame.

Love comes reflected back as love, 
        Hate breeds more fierce hate, 
They mete their measures, lay on me 
        Through life and death their claim; 
                No one but me to blame.

I cast off fear and vain remorse, 
        I feel my Karma's sway 
I face the ghosts my deeds have raised — 
        Joy, sorrow, censure, fame; 
                No one but me to blame.

Good, bad, love, hate, and pleasure, pain 
        Forever linked go, 
I dream of pleasure without pain, 
        It never, never came; 
                No one but me to blame.

I give up hate, I give up love, 
        My thirst for life is gone; 
Eternal death is what I want, 
        Nirvanam goes life's flame; 
                No one is left to blame.

One only man, one only God, one ever perfect soul, 
One only sage who ever scorned the dark and dubious ways, 
One only man who dared think and dared show the goal 
— That death is curse, and so is life, and best when stops to be.

Om Nama Bhagavate Sambuddhâya 
Om, I salute the Lord, the awakened

The dog's Curly Tail

The dog's curly tail
There was a poor man who wanted some money; and somehow he had heard that if he could get hold of a ghost, he might command him to bring money or anything else he liked; so he was very anxious to get hold of a ghost.

He went about searching for a man who would give him a ghost, and at last he found a sage with great powers, and be sought his help. The sage asked him what he would do with a ghost. "I want a ghost to work for me; teach me how to get hold of one, sir; I desire it very much," replied the man.

But the sage said, "Don't disturb yourself, go home." The next day the man went again to the sage and began to weep and pray, "Give me a ghost; I must have a ghost, sir, to help me." At last the sage was disgusted, and said, "Take this charm, repeat this magic word, and a ghost will come, and whatever you say to him he will do. But beware; they are terrible beings, and must be kept continually busy. If you fail to give him work, he will take your life." The man replied, "That is easy; I can give him work for all his life."

Then he went to a forest, and after long repetition of the magic word, a huge ghost appeared before him, and said, "I am a ghost. I have been conquered by your magic; but you must keep me constantly employed. The moment you fail to give me work I will kill you." The man said, "Build me a palace,", and the ghost said, "It is done; the palace is built." "Bring me money," said the man. "Here is your money," said the ghost. "Cut this forest down, and build a city in its place." "That is done," said the ghost, "anything more?"

Now the man began to be frightened and thought he could give him nothing more to do; he did everything in a trice. The ghost said, "Give me something to do or I will eat you up." The poor man could find no further occupation for him, and was frightened. So he ran and ran and at last reached the sage, and said, "Oh, sir, protect my life!" The sage asked him what the matter was, and the man replied, "I have nothing to give the ghost to do. Everything I tell him to do he does in a moment, and he threatens to eat me up if I do not give him work." Just then the ghost arrived, saying, "I'll eat you up," and he would have swallowed the man. The man began to shake, and begged the sage to save his life.

The sage said, "I will find you a way out. Look at that dog with a curly tail. Draw your sword quickly and cut the tail off and give it to the ghost to straighten out." The man cut off the dog's tail and gave it to the ghost, saying, "Straighten that out for me." The ghost took it and slowly and carefully straightened it out, but as soon as he let it go, it instantly curled up again.

Once more he laboriously straightened it out, only to find it again curled up as soon as he attempted to let go of it. Again he patiently straightened it out, but as soon as he let it go, it curled up again. So he went on for days and days, until he was exhausted and said, "I was never in such trouble before in my life. I am an old veteran ghost, but never before was I in such trouble." "I will make a compromise with you;" he said to the man, "you let me off and I will let you keep all I have given you and will promise not to harm you." The man was much pleased, and accepted the offer gladly.

This world is like a dog's curly tail, and people have been striving to straighten it out for hundreds of years; but when they let it go, it has curled up again. How could it be otherwise?

One must first know how to work without attachment, then one will not be a fanatic. When we know that this world is like a dog's curly tail and will never get straightened, we shall not become fanatics. If there were no fanaticism in the world, it would make much more progress than it does now. It is a mistake to think that fanaticism can make for the progress of mankind.

On the contrary, it is a retarding element creating hatred and anger, and causing people to fight each other, and making them unsympathetic. We think that whatever we do or possess is the best in the world, and what we do not do or possess is of no value. So, always remember the instance of the curly tail of the dog whenever you have a tendency to become a fanatic.