In Darjeeling, I always felt that I was not the same man. Here I feel that I have no disease whatsoever, but there is one marked change. I never in my life could sleep as soon as I got into bed. I must toss for at least two hours. Only from Madras to Darjeeling I would sleep.
Great things can be done by great sacrifices only. No selfishness, no name, no fame, yours or mine, nor my Master’s even! Throw self overboard and work. Remember, “The grass when made into a rope by being joined together can even chain a mad elephant.”
Now I tell you a curious fact. Whenever anyone of you is sick, let him himself or anyone of you visualize him in your mind, and mentally say and strongly imagine that he is all right. That will cure him quickly. You can do it even without his knowledge.
Sometimes it is hard work to be tied to the shoestrings of a great name.
Letter to Swarupânanda
Letter to Miss Josephine MacLeod