You may pluck out my eyes, but that cannot kill me. You may chop off my nose, but that will not kill me. But blast my belief in God, and I am dead.
A genuine satyagraha should never excite contempt in the opponent even when it fails to command regard or respect.
Peace is the state where love abides and seeks to share itself.
For a satyagrahi brigade only those are eligible who believe in ahimsa and satya.
Healthy discontent is the prelude to progress.
Joy lies in the fight, in the attempt, in the suffering involved, not in the victory itself