Brahma and AiravataLong ago in lands of golden sand Brahma turned to Saraswatiand gently kissed her inked hand....

— Muse

In the morning I bathe my intellect in the stupendous and cosmogony philosophy of the Bhagavan Greta, since whose composition years of the gods have elapsed, and in comparison with which our modern world and its literature seem puny and trivial; and I doubt if that philosophy is not to be referred to a previous state of existence, so remote is its sublimity from our conceptions. I lay down the book and go to my well for water, and lo! There I meet the servant of the Brain, priest of Brahma and Vishnu and Indra, who still sits in his temple on the Ganges reading the Vedas, or dwells at the root of a tree with his crust and water jug. I meet his servant come to draw water for his master, and our buckets as it were great together in the same well. The pure Walden water is mingled with the sacred water of the Ganges.

— Henry David Thoreau

The boy answers, "Don't ask unless you are willing to be hurt." Indra says, "I ask. Teach." (That, by the way, is a good Oriental idea: you don't teach until you are asked. You don't force your mission down people's throats.)

— Joseph Campbell