Knowledge Is Power But Only

Every Vice Was Once A Virtue, And May Become Respectable Again, Just As Hatred Becomes Respectable In Wartime.

Our Knowledge Is A Receding Mirage In An Expanding Desert Of Ignorance.

Underneath All Civilization, Ancient Or Modern, Moved And Still Moves A Sea Of Magic, Superstition, And Sorcery. Perhaps They Will Remain When The Works Of Our Reason Have Passed Away.

The Ego Is Willing But The Machine Cannot Go On. It's The Last Thing A Man Will Admit, That His Mind Ages.

India Was The Motherland Of Our Race, And Sanskrit The Mother Of Europe's Languages: She Was The Mother Of Our Philosophy; Mother, Through The Arabs, Of Much Of Our Mathematics; Mother, Through The Buddha, Of The Ideals Embodied In Christianity; Mother, Through The Village Community, Of Self-government And Democracy. Mother India Is In Many Ways The Mother Of Us All.