When I Admire The Wonders Of A

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.

My Personal Religion Enables Me To Serve My Countrymen Without Hurting The English Or, For That Matter, Anybody Else.

Like The Watch, The Heart Needs The Winding Of Purity, Or The Dweller Ceases To Speak.

Few Men Are Wantonly Wicked.

I Felt That God Could Be Realized Only Through Service. And Service For Me Was The Service Of India, Because It Came To Me Without My Seeking, Because I Had An Aptitude For It.