I would like to bury myself in an Indian village, preferably in a Frontier village.

Once one assumes an attitude of intolerance, there is no knowing where it will take one. Intolerance, someone has said, is violence to the intellect and hatred is violence to the heart.

The Krishna of the Gita is perfection and right knowledge personified, but the picture is imaginary.

The secret of a happy life lies in renunciation. Renunciation is life.

Nationalism, like virtue, has its own reward.

I have but shadowed forth my intense longing to lose myself in the Eternal and become merely a lump of clay in the Potter's divine hands so that my service may become more certain because uninterrupted by the baser self in me.

Man often becomes what he believes himself to be.