India of the ages is not dead nor has she spoken her last creative word; she lives and has still something to do for herself and the human peoples.
Machines are worshipped because they are beautiful and valued because they confer power; they are hated because they are hideous and loathed because they impose slavery.
A truer image of the world, I think, is obtained by picturing things as entering into the stream of time from an eternal world outside, than from a view which regards time as the devouring tyrant of all that is.
One should respect public opinion insofar as is necessary to avoid starvation and keep out of prison, but anything that goes beyond this is voluntary submission to an unnecessary tyranny.
The world is full of magical things patiently waiting for our wits to grow sharper.
No; we have been as usual asking the wrong question. It does not matter a hoot what the mockingbird on the chimney is singing. The real and proper question is: Why is it beautiful?
A ‘sin’ is something which is not necessary.
Democracy is the process by which people choose the man who’ll get the blame.
Life is nothing but a competition to be the criminal rather than the victim.
The repudiation of the primacy of understanding means the repudiation of the norms of judgment as well, and hence the abandonment of all ethical standards.