No sacrifice is worth the name unless it is a joy. Sacrifice and a long face go ill together. Sacrifice is 'making sacred'. He must be a poor specimen of humanity who is in need of sympathy for his sacrifice.

The collectors of revenue and the policeman are the only symbols by which millions in India's villages know British rule.

A man who was completely innocent, offered himself as a sacrifice for the good of others, including his enemies, and became the ransom of the world. It was a perfect act.

God is that indefinable something which we all feel but which we do not know.

Man has always desired power. Ownership of property gives this power. Man hankers also after posthumous fame based on power.

Nowhere in the world would you find such skeletons of cows and bullocks as you do in our cow-worshipping India.

We do not know the laws of God, nor their working.