“Culture is the widening of the mind and of the spirit.”

No country or people who are slaves to dogma and dogmatic mentality can progress.

That great lover of peace, a man of giant stature who moulded, as few other men have done, the destinies of his age.

Unity must be of the mind and heart, a sense of belonging together and of facing together those who attack it.

Where freedom is menaced or justice threatened or where aggression takes place, we cannot be and shall not be neutral.

The art of a people is a true mirror of their minds.

People avoid action. Often because they are afraid of the consequences, for action means risk and danger. Danger seems terrible from a distance; it is not so bad if you have a close look at it

Those who boast are seldom the great.

Evil unchecked grows, evil tolerated poisons the whole system.

What we need is a generation of peace.

A man who is afraid will do anything.

Without peace, all other dreams vanish and are reduced to ashes.

For the first time i began to think, consciously and deliberately of religion and other worlds. The Hindu religion especially went up in my estimation; not the ritual or ceremonial part, but it’s great books, the “Upnishads,” and the “Bhagavad Gita.”

History is the record of human progress, a record of the struggle of the advancement of the human mind, of the human spirit, towards some known or unknown objective.

Great causes and little men go ill together.

Culture is the widening of the mind and of the spirit. It is never a narrowing of the mind or a restriction of the human spirit or the country’s spirit.

As fear is a close companion to falsehood, so truth follows fearlessness.

This is my secret,” he said. “I don’t mind what happens.

Why is it that people with the most narrow of minds seem to have the widest of mouths?

Never mind your restless heart.

Ultimately you want to have the entire world’s knowledge connected directly to your mind.

Think deeply on your future. Think lightly on your day, tread gently on your strife. The mind a season changing. Tomorrow could be summer, each day a new life.

Sometimes nothing is happening and all that disaster just happens in your mind.

My body tells all the secrets my mind likes to keep. Only those who are fluent in my language will know the words I long to speak.

My body tells all the secrets my mind likes to keep. Only those who are fluent in my language will know the words I long to speak.