Our knowledge is a receding mirage in an expanding desert of ignorance.

The love we have in our youth is superficial compared to the love that an old man has for his old wife.

Nature smiles at the union of freedom and equality in our utopias. For freedom and equality are sworn and everlasting enemies, and when one prevails the other dies.

History is so indifferently rich, that a case for almost any conclusion from it can be made by a selection of instances.

India was the motherland of our race, and Sanskrit the mother of Europe's languages: she was the mother of our philosophy; mother, through the Arabs, of much of our mathematics; mother, through the Buddha, of the ideals embodied in Christianity; mother, through the village community, of self-government and democracy. Mother India is in many ways the mother of us all.

The political machine triumphs because it is a united minority acting against a divided majority.

Tired mothers find that spanking takes less time than reasoning and penetrates sooner to the seat of the memory.