... life falls into place only with God.

There is nothing in machinery, there is nothing in embankments and railways and iron bridges and engineering devices to oblige them to be ugly. Ugliness is the measure of imperfection.

And I have by me, for my comfort, two strange white flowers - shriveled now, and brown and flat and brittle - to witness that even when mind and strength had gone, gratitude and a mutual tenderness still lived on in the heart of men.

The army ages men sooner than the law and philosophy; it exposes them more freely to germs, which undermine and destroy, and it shelters them more completely from thought, which stimulates and preserves.

The teacher, whether mother, priest, or schoolmaster, is the real maker of history.

There is space in its philosophy for everyone which is one reason why India is a home to every single religion in the world.

Adapt or perish, now as ever, is nature's inexorable imperative.