I am not likely to obtain the result flowing from the worship of God by laying myself prostrate before Satan.

Though we may know Him by a thousand names, He is one and the same to us all.

I cannot give active support in the war effort without denying a life-time of practice.

Ahimsa is nothing if not a well-balanced, exquisite consideration for one's neighbour, and an idle man is wanting in that elementary consideration.

This feeling of helplessness in us has arisen from our deliberate dismissal of God from our common affairs.

When every hope is gone, 'when helpers fail and comforts flee,' I find that help arrives somehow, from I know not where. Supplication, worship, prayer are no superstition; they are acts more real than the acts of eating, drinking, sitting or walking. It is no exaggeration to say that they alone are real, all else is unreal.

If Euclid's point, though incapable of being drawn by any human agency, has an imperishable value, my picture has its own for mankind to live.