The inner voice is something which cannot be described in words. But sometimes we have a positive feeling that something in us prompts us to do a certain thing. The time when I learnt to recognise this voice was, I may say, the time when I started praying regularly.

A man of prayer regards what are known as physical calamities as divine chastisement.

My nonviolence is made of stern stuff. It is firmer than the firmest metal known to scientists.

Healthy discontent is the prelude to progress.

There are times when you have to obey a call which is the highest of all, i.e. the voice of conscience even though such obedience may cost many a bitter tear, and even more, separation from friends, from family, from the state, to which you may belong, from all that you have held as dear as life itself. For this obedience is the law of our being.

Every species, human and subhuman, has some distinguishing mark, so that you can tell a man from a beast, or a dog from a cow.

I cannot conceive of a greater loss than the loss of one's self-respect.