Ahimsa And Love Are One And The

Only The Toad Under The Harrow Knows Where It Pinches Him.

This Earthly Existence Of Ours Is More Brittle That The Glass Bangles That Ladies Wear.

History Is A Record Of Perpetual Wars, But We Are Now Trying To Make New History.

Ours Is One Continual Struggle Against A Degradation Sought To Be Inflicted Upon Us By The Europeans, Who Desire To Degrade Us To The Level Of The Raw Kaffir Whose Occupation Is Hunting, And Whose Sole Ambition Is To Collect A Certain Number Of Cattle To Buy A Wife With And, Then, Pass His Life In Indolence And Nakedness.

Far Better Than Emasculation Would Be The Bravery Of Those Who Use Physical Force. Far Better Than Cowardice Would Be Meeting One's Death Fighting.