I am a poor mendicant. My earthly possessions consist of six spinning wheels, prison dishes, a can of goat's milk, six homespun loincloths and towels and my reputation, which cannot be worth much.

It is a heavy downpour of rain which drenches the soil to fullness; likewise only a profuse shower of love can overcome hatred.

I considered becoming a Christian... until I met one.

Fear of death makes us devoid both of valour and religion. For want of valour is want of religious faith.

An unjust law in itself is an act of violence.

If God is vast and boundless as the ocean, how can a tiny drop like man imagine what He is?

However virile the English language may be, it can never become the language of the masses of India.