Lady is the buddy of man, skilled with equivalent mental limit.

That which makes man the mere plaything of fate is God.

When I admire the wonders of a sunset or the beauty of the moon, my soul expands in the worship of the creator.

If as a member of a slave nation I could deliver the suppressed classes from their slavery without freeing myself from my own, I would do so today. But it is an impossible task.

There is no principle worth the name if it is not wholly good.

The mice which helplessly find themselves between the cats teeth acquire no merit from their enforced sacrifice.

Whatever strength the masses have is due entirely to ahimsa, however imperfect or defective its practice might have been.