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.

There is nothing in socialism that a little age or a little money will not cure.

The ego is willing but the machine cannot go on. It's the last thing a man will admit, that his mind ages.

The victors called the revolution a triumph of liberty; but now and then liberty in the slogans of the strong means freedom from restraint in the exploitation of the weak.

If our economy of freedom fails to distribute wealth as ably as it has created it, the road to dictatorship will be open to any man who can persuasively promise security to all.

So the story of man runs in a dreary circle, because he is not yet master of the earth that holds him.

If a man is fortunate he will, before he dies, gather up as much as he can of his civilized heritage and transmit it to his children.