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

Could there be a greater proof of our cowardice than fighting amongst ourselves?

The truth is that God is the force. He is the essence of life. He is pure and undefiled consciousness. He is eternal.

In the case of the Indian villager, an age-old culture is hidden under entrustment of crudeness.

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.

Doubt is invariably the result of want or weakness of faith.

The life of millions is my politics, from which I dare not free myself without denying my life-work and God.