Confession of errors is like a broom which sweeps away the dirt and leaves the surface brighter and clearer. I feel stronger for confession.

The villagers want bread-not butter-and disciplined work, some work that will supplement their agricultural avocations which do not go on for all the 12 months.

The turning of the charkha in a lifeless way will be like the turning of the beads of the rosary with a wandering mind turned away from God.

The Bhagavad-Gita calls on humanity to dedicate body, mind and soul to pure duty and not to become mental voluptuaries at the mercy of random desires and undisciplined impulses.

Mother cow is as useful dead as when she is alive.

The Gita is not an aphoristic work, it is a great religious poem.

Faith is the function of the heart.