Whatever can be useful to those starving millions is beautiful to my mind.
May the work of your hands be a sign of gratitude and reverence to the human condition.
In the Gita continuous concentration on God is the king of sacrifices.
Mankind is notoriously too dense to read the signs that God sends from time to time. We require drums to be beaten into our ears, before we should wake from our trance and hear the warning and see that to lose oneself in all, is the only way to find oneself.
Few men are wantonly wicked.
Democracy and violence can ill go together.