“Joy is more infectious than leprosy.”

The future belongs to the common man with uncommon determination.

Happiness dies when not shared

I took up leprosy work. Not to help anyone, but to overcome that fear in my life. That it worked out good for others was a by-product. But the fact is: I did it to overcome fear.

Once you are in the orbit of your destiny, weightlessness is the only result.

I don’t want to be a leader. I want to be one who goes around with a little oil can and offer help when I see a breakdown.

I sought my soul, but my soul I could not see, I sought my god, but my god eluded me; And then I sought my sisters and my brothers, and in them I found all three.

I don’t want to be a great leader; I want to be a man who goes around with a little oil can and when he sees a breakdown, offers his help. To me, the man who does that is greater than any holy man in saffron-colored robes. The mechanic with the oil can: that is my ideal in life.

Happiness is a continuous creative activity.

If you are through with dreams, then progress halts.

Happiness is a continuous creative activity of imaginatively comparing your experiences to things that aren’t as good and thereby feeling happy and grateful.

Belief in oneself is incredibly infectious. It generates momentum, the collective force of which far outweighs any kernel of self-doubt that may creep in.

An astounding panoply of toxic substances, venomous creatures, poison plants, animals and insects, deleterious environments, virulent pathogens, infectious agents, noxious gases, and combustible chemicals were marshalled to defeat foes.

Classrooms and educations need to be places of infectious passion

A morbid propensity that causes great suffering in domestic life is often curiously infectious to the very person for whom it creates most suffering.