Evil Unchecked Grows, Evil Tolerated Poisons The

The Ganga, Especially, Is The River Of India, Beloved Of Her People, Round Which Are Intertwined Her Memories, Her Hopes And Fears, Her Songs Of Triumph, Her Victories And Her Defeats. She Has Been A Symbol Of India's Age-long Culture And Civilization, Ever Changing, Ever Flowing, And Yet Ever The Same Ganga.

The Spectacle Of What Is Called Religion, Or At Any Rate Organised Religion, In India And Elsewhere, Has Filled Me With Horror And I Have Frequently Condemned It And Wished To Make A Clean Sweep Of It. Almost Always It Seemed To Stand For Blind Belief And Reaction, Dogma And Bigotry, Superstition, Exploitation And The Preservation Of Vested Interests.

It Is The Habit Of Every Aggressor Nation To Claim That It Is Acting On The Defensive.

It Is Far Better To Know Our Own Weaknesses And Failures Than To Point Out Those Of Others.

Blood And Tears Are Going To Be Our Lot, Whether We Like Them Or Not. Our Blood And Tears Will Flow; Maybe The Parched Soil Of India Needs Them So That The Fine Flower Of Freedom May Grow Again.