The Fullest Life Is Impossible Without An

Perfection Is Only An Ideal For Man; It Cannot Be Attained, For Man Is Made Imperfect.

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.

It Will Be Necessary For Us Indians - Hindus, Muslims, Christians, Jews, Parsis And All Others To Whom India Is Their Home - To Recognize A Common Flag To Live And Die For.

Nonviolence And Cowardice Go Ill Together.

The Divine Music Is Incessantly Ringing Within All Of Us, But The Loud Senses Drown The Delicate Music, Which Is Unlike And Infinitely Superior To Anything We Can Perceive With Our Senses.