It Would Be A Sad Day For

I Shall Die, But I Will Not Kill.

When Every Hope Is Gone, 'when Helpers Fail And Comforts Flee,' I Find That Help Arrives Somehow, From I Know Not Where. Supplication, Worship, Prayer Are No Superstition; They Are Acts More Real Than The Acts Of Eating, Drinking, Sitting Or Walking. It Is No Exaggeration To Say That They Alone Are Real, All Else Is Unreal.

Peace Is Its Own Reward.

If We Are True Servants Of The Masses, We Would Take Pride In Spinning For Their Sake.

Touch-me-notism That Disfigures The Present Day Hinduism Is A Morbid Growth.