Steam Becomes A Mighty Power Only When

We Shall Dig Our Own Grave If We Do Not Purge Ourselves Of This Curse Of Untouchability.

There Are Times When You Have To Obey A Call Which Is The Highest Of All, I.e. The Voice Of Conscience Even Though Such Obedience May Cost Many A Bitter Tear, And Even More, Separation From Friends, From Family, From The State, To Which You May Belong, From All That You Have Held As Dear As Life Itself. For This Obedience Is The Law Of Our Being.

I Call God Long-suffering And Patient Precisely Because He Permits Evil In The World. I Know That He Has No Evil In Him And Yet If There Is Evil, He Is The Author Of It And Yet Untouched By It.

I Do Not Want To Live At The Cost Of The Life Even Of A Snake. I Should Let Him Bite Me To Death Rather Than Kill Him.

While Everything Around Me Is Ever Changing, Ever Dying, There Is Underlying That Change A Living Power That Is Changeless, That Holds All Together, That Creates, Dissolves And Recreates.... For I Can See In The Midst Of Death, Life Persists, In The Midst Of Untruth, Truth Persists, In The Midst Of Darkness Light Persists.