By Ram Raj I Do Not Mean

...service Can Have No Meaning Unless One Takes Pleasure In It. When It Is Done For Show Or For Fear Of Public Opinion, It Stunts The Man And Crushes His Spirit. Service Which Is Rendered Without Joy Helps Neither The Servant Nor The Served.

Coal Is Not Dear For The Coal-miner Who Can Use It There And Then, Nor Is Khadi Dear For The Villager Who Manufactures His Own Khadi.

Happiness Eludes Us If We Run After It.

Nanda Broke Down Every Barrier And Won His Way To Freedom Not By Brag, Not By Bluster, But By The Purest Form Of Self-suffering.

Fear Of Disease Killed More Men Than Disease Itself.