There is one simple Divinity found in all things, one fecund Nature, preserving mother of the universe insofar as she diversely communicates herself, casts her light into diverse subjects, and assumes various names.
Envy, my son, wears herself away, and droops like a lamb under the influence of the evil eye.
Nature herself has never attempted to effect great changes rapidly.
The intellectual who wants to do her work properly must today go back to the starting point: the woman whom she knows, and first of all to herself. It is at that level, and at no other, that she ought to begin to think about the world situation.
Violent means will give violent freedom. That would be a menace to the world and to India herself.
Woman, no less than man, can qualify herself for the more onerous occupations of life.
My focus is on the reader and that the poet’s job is not to inspire himself or herself. The poet’s job is to inspire some future reader.
Nothing can be by itself alone, no one can be by himself or herself alone, everyone has to inter-be with every one else. That is why, when you look outside, around you, you can see yourself.
I have always felt that a woman has the right to treat the subject of her age with ambiguity until, perhaps, she passes into the realm of over ninety. Then it is better she be candid with herself and with the world.
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.