Few Men Are Wantonly Wicked.

A Slave Has Not The Freedom Even To Do The Right Thing.

I Have But Shadowed Forth My Intense Longing To Lose Myself In The Eternal And Become Merely A Lump Of Clay In The Potter's Divine Hands So That My Service May Become More Certain Because Uninterrupted By The Baser Self In Me.

Anger, Lust And Such Other Evil Passions Raging In The Heart Are The Real Untouchables.

I Cannot Give Active Support In The War Effort Without Denying A Life-time Of Practice.

It Is As Much Our Obligation Not To Cooperate With Evil As It Is To Cooperate With Good