Let new India arise out of peasants' cottage, grasping the plough, out of huts, cobbler and sweeper.

We never change, we never die, and we are never born.

Stamping down the weakness of mind and heart, stand up, saying, "I am possessed of heroism, I am possessed of a steady intellect..." Never allow weakness to overtake your mind.

How do you know what possibilities lie behind that degradation on the surface? You know but little of that which is within you. For behind you is the ocean of infinite power and blessedness.

Realize your true nature. That is all there is to do. Know yourself as you are - infinite Spirit. That is practical religion. Everything else is impractical, for everything else will perish.

One thing I must tell you. Idolatry in India does not mean anything horrible. It is not the mother of harlots.

Let us blame none, let us blame our own Karma.