The Swami's Seven Wives
Though I always will think of "Come Into the Garden, Maud," as one of the world's sweetest little epics.
I'm very independent that way, in spite of the critics. After all, criticism comes down to a question of individual taste, doesn't it? That is, in the final analysis.
Independence! That is what this age needs. Nearly every night before I go to bed I say to my self: "Have I been independent today? Or have I failed?"
I believe in those little spiritual examinations, don't you?
It helps one to keep in tune with the Infinite, you know.
The Infinite! How much is comprises! And how little we really understand it!
We're going to take it up, the Infinite, in a serious way soon—our Little Group of Advanced Thinkers, you know.
