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I Believe In Trusting. Trust Begets Trust. Suspicion Is Foetid And Only Stinks. He Who Trusts Has Never Yet Lost In The World.

The Villagers Want Bread-not Butter-and Disciplined Work, Some Work That Will Supplement Their Agricultural Avocations Which Do Not Go On For All The 12 Months.

History Supplied Numerous Instances To Prove That Brute Force Is As Nothing Before Soul-force.

Responsibility Will Mellow And Sober The Youth And Prepare Them, For The Burden They Must Discharge.

My Swaraj Will Be Not Be A Result Of Murder Of Others But A Voluntary Act Of Continuous Self-sacrifice.