To a starving man, God can only appear in the form of bread.

I have even seen the writings suggesting that I am playing a deep game, that I am using the present turmoil to foist my fads on India, and am making religious experiments at India's expense. I can only answer that Satyagraha is made of sterner stuff. There is nothing reserved and nothing secret in it.

We shall dig our own grave if we do not purge ourselves of this curse of untouchability.

Prayer is the key of the morning and the bolt of the evening.

My religion has no geographical limits.

In an atmosphere of ahimsa, one has no scope to put his ahimsa to the test. It can be tested only in the face of himsa.

All have not the same capacity. I would allow a man of intellect to earn more, I would not cramp his talent.