When the present is full of gloom, the past becomes haven of refuge that provides relief and inspiration.

When the present is full of gloom, the past becomes haven of refuge that provides relief and inspiration.

I have become a queer mixture of the East and the West, out of place everywhere, at home nowhere.

What the mysterious is I do not know. I do not call it God because God has come to mean much that I do not believe in. I find myself incapable of thinking of a deity or of any unknown supreme power in anthropomorphic terms, and the fact that many people think so is continually a source of surprise to me. Any idea of a personal God seems very odd to me.

A language is something infinitely greater than grammar and philology. It is the poetic testament of the genius of a race and a culture, and the living embodiment of the thoughts and fancies that have moulded them

Without peace, all other dreams vanish and are reduced to ashes.

Every great revolution, whether it is right or not, we really know has any vital, urgent need to basis. It comes not just from itself.