To me the Mahabharata is a profoundly religious book, largely allegorical, in a way meant to be a historical record.

Man in the flesh is essentially imperfect. He may be described as being made in the image of God but is far from being God.

Purification is never for the selfishly idle, it accrues only to the selflessly industrious.

As a rule, the mind, residing in a body that has become weakened by pampering, is also weak, and where there is no strength of mind there can be no strength of soul.

Spiritually, compulsory disarmament has made us unmanly, and the presence of an alien army of occupation, employed with deadly effect to crush in us the spirit of resistance, has made us think we cannot look after ourselves or put up a defense against foreign aggression, or even defend our homes and families.

God never made man that he may consider another man as untouchable.

I do not like the word tolerance, but could not think of a better one. Tolerance implies a gratuitous assumption of the inferiority of other faiths to one