There was one thing deep in Master's nature that he himself never knew how to adjust. This was his love of his country and the resentment of her suffering. Throughout the years in which I saw him daily, the thought of India was to him like the air he breathed. True, he was a worker at foundations. He neither used the word 'nationality' nor proclaimed an era of 'nation-making'. 'Man Making', he said was his own task. But he was born a lover, and the queen of his adoration was his Motherland. Like some delicately poised bell, thrilled and vibrated at every sound that falls upon it, was his heart to all that concerned her. Not a sob was heard within her shores, that did not find in him, the responsive echo.....

His country's religion, history, geography, ethnology poured from his lips in an inexhaustible stream..... Just as Sri Ramakrishna, in fact, without knowing any book, had been a living epitome of the Vedanta, so was Vivekananda of the national life...But of the theory of this, he was unconscious...

-Excerpts from The Master As I saw Him
Sister Nivedita