God's Ways Are More Than Man's Arithmetic.

I Am Conscious Of My Own Limitations. That Consciousness Is My Only Strength.

Confession Of Errors Is Like A Broom Which Sweeps Away The Dirt And Leaves The Surface Brighter And Clearer. I Feel Stronger For Confession.

When A Slave Begins To Take Pride In His Fetters And Hugs Them Like Precious Ornaments, The Triumph Of The Slave-owner Is Complete.

It Is Against The Spirit Of Ahimsa To Overawe Even One Person Into Submission.

Self-respect Knows No Considerations.