In plain words
‘A people that has morality, my friend, is the true people,’ they said. This morality itself is the fitting measure for recognising the principle of humanness.
In ever so many ways they taught Bhāratīya culture, and through it they have kept on believing morality to be the chief culture. They have kept on believing too that without right conduct this is not humanness at all. So we must recognise that man's character, as it is called, is made up of three principles. The first is purity, the second patience. The third is perseverance. So, giving it the name perseverence, P+P+P=C: Purity + Perseverence + Patience = Character. That is why the people of Bhārata, uttering the principle of these three charming words as a short sentence, have declared a vast and boundless divinity. But is there such purity today? We see no purity at all. Only when there is this purity does patience arise in us. Only when these two, purity and patience, come together does a kind of firmness arise in us. The principle in which these three are bound inseparably, joined in mutual dependence, we are wasting today. As for the principle of the body, we must use it for a purpose of some kind. Paropakārārthaṃ idaṃ śarīraṃ. We must understand that this body has come about, has come to us, for the service of society, for the search for Satya, and for recognising the unity that is in multiplicity. Patience. Patience for what? It is our nature. That very patience which is in humanness turns into divinity, and that itself takes shape as Godhood. In every hardship and loss, in sorrow, in blame and in reproach, we must hold to patience. Without patience, life itself cannot go on. So patience is the chief mark of our life and of Bhāratīya culture.
In the supremely holy land of Bhārata patience itself is our beauty; of all the vows, the one that shines brightest, a lofty character of Satya itself, is the hard tapas; if you ask which feeling is sweet in our land, what is more honoured than the feeling for a mother? Honour is greater even than life, says the moral code of our land; burning it to ashes, they searched out the codes of foreign lands and gave to our day, in haste, the strange drawn sword called freedom. Alas! What shall I say of the rule of Bhārata? As the elephant knew not its own strength, so have the people of Bhārata become today.