Nothing In The Shastras, Which Is Capable

Religion Of Our Conception, Thus Imperfect, Is Always Subject To A Process Of Evolution And Re-interpretation.

Every Widow I Have Met Has Recognized In The Wheel A Dear Forgotten Friend.

The British Power Is The Overlord Without Whom Indian Princes Cannot Breathe.

I Claim That In Losing The Spinning Wheel We Lost Our Left Lung.

The Whole Existence Of Man Is A Ceaseless Duel Between The Forces Of Life And Death.