There is an indefinable mysterious Power that pervades everything.
Love is no love which asks for a return.
Art to be art must soothe.
If you would swim on the bosom of the ocean of Truth, you must reduce yourself to a zero.
Without proper, careful organisation of the spinning wheel and khaddar, there is absolutely no civil disobedience.
I have no disciples, being myself an aspirant after discipleship and in search of a guru.