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He did not understand her but he was understanding.
The secret of life is to accept. Accept happiness, accept sorrow; accept success, accept failure; accept fame, accept disgrace; accept doubt, even accept the impression of certainty.
One makes enemies on a committee such as the one you sit on. But then, the acceptance of power is never without its personal costs, and one must do one’s duty.
Consistency! That is the secret of success in any art. In order to obtain proficiency, you must have one goal—one track—consistency.’
When one did one’s duty properly, one could face reproof without being inwardly shaken.
One did not argue with elephants in a jungle when they were on the rampage, one did not argue with the traffic in Chowk as it hurtled past in murderous confusion. One got out of the way and got one’s family out of the way. If possible, one retained what dignity one could. The world was a place of brutality and cruelty and the exclusion of people like him from the rites of religion was almost the least of its barbarities.
