My Religion? Well, My Dear, I Am

I Finished My First Book Seventy-six Years Ago. I Offered It To Every Publisher On The English-speaking Earth I Had Ever Heard Of. Their Refusals Were Unanimous: And It Did Not Get Into Print Until, Fifty Years Later; Publishers Would Publish Anything That Had My Name On It.

The Moment We Face It Frankly We Are Driven To The Conclusion That The Community Has A Right To Put A Price On The Right To Live In It ... If People Are Fit To Live, Let Them Live Under Decent Human Conditions. If They Are Not Fit To Live, Kill Them In A Decent Human Way. Is It Any Wonder That Some Of Us Are Driven To Prescribe The Lethal Chamber As The Solution For The Hard Cases Which Are At Present Made The Excuse For Dragging All The Other Cases Down To Their Level, And The Only Solution That Will Create A Sense Of Full Social Responsibility In Modern Populations?

The Indian Way Of Life Provides The Vision Of The Natural, Real Way Of Life. We Veil Ourselves With Unnatural Masks. On The Face Of India Are The Tender Expressions Which Carry The Mark Of The Creators Hand.

The Educated Man Is A Greater Nuisance Than The Uneducated One.

Women Are Not Angels. They Are As Foolish As Men In Many Ways; But They Have Had To Devote Themselves To Life Whilst Men Have Had To Devote Themselves To Death; And That Makes A Vital Difference In Male And Female Religion. Women Have Been Forced To Fear Whilst Men Have Been Forced To Dare: The Heroism Of A Woman Is To Nurse And Protect Life, And Of A Man To Destroy It And Court Death.