Four years of residence in the marvellous West has made India only the better understood. The shades are deeper and the lights brighter.
Bold has been my message to the people of the West. Bolder to those at home.
The spirit, my boys, the spirit; the love, my children, the love; the faith, the belief; and fear not! The greatest sin is fear.
Up, up, the long night is passing, the day is approaching, the wave has risen, nothing will be able to resist its tidal fury.
The Lord's blessings on you all! His power be in you all— as I believe it is already.
Remember, "The grass when made into a rope by being joined together can even chain a mad elephant."
Stop not to look back for name, or fame, or any such nonsense. Throw self overboard and work.
Work, work the idea, the plan, my boys, my brave, noble, good souls — to the wheel, to the wheel put your shoulders!
Great things can be done by great sacrifices only. No selfishness, no name, no fame, yours or mine, nor my Master's even!