The Beauty Of Poetry Is That The

My Personal Religion Peremptorily Forbids Me To Hate Anybody.

Idleness Is The Great Plague Of India.

Even A Little Of Dharma Saves One From Many A Pitfall.

I Do Not Want To Foresee The Future. I Am Concerned With Taking Care Of The Present. God Has Given Me No Control Over The Moment Following.

Assumption Of Superiority By Any Person Over Any Other Is A Sin Against God And Man.