Of what avail is my love if it be only so long as I trust my friend?

I have called spinning the yajna of this age of India.

It is degrading both for man and woman that woman should be called upon or induced to forsake the hearth and shoulder the rifle for the protection of that hearth.

The unlimited capacity of the plant world to sustain man at his highest is a region as yet unexplored by modern science.

Healthy, well-informed, balanced criticism is the ozone of public life.

No one has the capacity to judge God. We are drops in that limitless ocean of mercy.

The spinning wheel is itself an exquisite piece of machinery. My head daily bows in reverence to its unknown inventor.