Of what avail is a car, a bank deposit, a bungalow in a posh extension of a city? If you have all these but no love in your heart, the heart becomes a dark deserted temple where the bats of lust and anger breed in the ever-lasting night. Such hearts are foul, diseased with terror and error! (SV, p. 37)

People do not hear noble words, but they eagerly hear evil words. How can these people ever realise You? Of what avail is all their intelligence? (SSB 1996, p. 51)