Vivekananda: I am the disciple of a man who could not write his own name, and I
am not worthy to undo his shoes. How often have I wished I could take my intellect
and throw it into the Ganges !
Student: But, Swami, that is the part of you I like best.
Vivekananda: That is because you are a fool, Madam--like I am.
Mrs. Edith Allan's description of a teacher-student exchange
in a San Francisco
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