We read the world wrong and say that it deceives us.

It is the same life that emerges in joy through the dust of the earth into numberless waves of flower.

For every child that is born, it brings with it the hope that God is not yet disappointed with man.

Poems On Life: Life is given to us, we earn it by giving it. Let the dead have the immortality of fame, but the living the immortality of love. Life's errors cry for the merciful beauty that can modulate their isolation into a harmony with the whole. Life, like a child, laughs, shaking its rattle of death as it runs.

Work, especially good work, becomes easy only when desire has learnt to discipline itself.

If God had so wished, he would have made all Indians speak with one language ... the unity of India has been and shall always be a unity in diversity.

Truth reveals itself in beauty.