From Epistles – First Series of Volume 5 of The Complete Works of Swami Vivekananda
The Math, Belur,
6th July, 1901.
Things come to me by fits — today I am in a fit of writing. The first thing to do is, therefore, to pen a few lines to you. I am known to be nervous, I worry much; but it seems, dear Christine, you are not far behind in that trick. One of our poets says, “Even the mountains will fly, the fire will be cold, yet the heart of the great will never change.” I am small, very, but I know you are great, and my faith is always in your true heart. I worry about everything except you. I have dedicated you to the Mother. She is your shield, your guide. No harm can reach you — nothing hold you down a minute. I know it.
Ever yours in the Lord,