Heavenly Father, my body cells are made of light, my fleshly cells are made of Thee. They are Spirit, for Thou art Spirit; they are immortal, for Tho… - Paramahansa Yogananda

Nor doomsday’s thunderous roar,
Dismantling earth and stars — The cosmic beauties all to mar — Not Nature’s murderous mutiny,
Nor man’s exploding destiny
Can touch me here.

I look forward optimistically to a healthy, happy world as soon as its children are taught the principles of simple and rational living. We must return to nature and nature’s God.

Gandhi has sound economic and cultural reasons for encouraging the revival of cottage industries, but he does not counsel a fanatical repudiation of all modern progress. Machinery, trains, automobiles, the telegraph have played important parts in his own colossal life! Fifty years of public service, in prison and out, wrestling daily with practical details and harsh realities in the political world, have only increased his balance, open-mindedness, sanity, and humorous appreciation of the quaint human spectacle. (Chapter 44 - "With Mahatma Gandhi At Wardha)