A Soldier Is An Anachronism Of Which

What A Man Is Depends On His Character; But What He Does, And What We Think Of What He Does, Depends On His Circumstances.

Except During The Nine Months Before He Draws His First Breath, No Man Manages His Affairs As Well As A Tree Does.

Without Art, The Crudeness Of Reality Would Make The World Unbearable.

Even Under The Most Perfect Social Democracy We Should, Without Communism, Still Be Living Like Hogs, Except That Each Hog Would Get His Fair Share Of Grub.... Whilst We Are Hogs, Let Us At Least Be Well-fed, Healthy, Reciprocally Useful Hogs, Instead Of--well, Instead Of The Sort We Are At Present.

The Indian Way Of Life Provides The Vision Of The Natural, Real Way Of Life. We Veil Ourselves With Unnatural Masks. On The Face Of India Are The Tender Expressions Which Carry The Mark Of The Creators Hand.