Morality Is Contraband In War.

Real Beauty Is My Aim.

Virtue Lies In Being Absorbed In One's Prayers In The Presence Of Din And Noise.

Nonviolence Is A Plant Of Slow Growth, It Grows Imperceptibly But Surely.

All Truths, Not Merely Ideas, But Truthful Faces, Truthful Pictures Or Songs, Are Highly Beautiful.

The Sacred Thread And The Tuft Of Hair Without A Pure Heart And A Spirit Of Toleration Do Not Make A Hindu.