When every hope is gone, 'when helpers fail and comforts flee,' I find that help arrives somehow, from I know not where. Supplication, worship, prayer are no superstition; they are acts more real than the acts of eating, drinking, sitting or walking. It is no exaggeration to say that they alone are real, all else is unreal.

Calling them devadasis we insult God Himself in the name of religion.

Just as there are signs by which you can recognize violence with the naked eye, so is the spinning wheel to me a decisive sign of nonviolence.

A man of God never strives after untruth and therefore he can never lose hope.

Time is wealth, and the Gita says the Great Annihilator annihilates those who waste time.

The golden rule to apply in all such cases is resolutely to refuse to have what millions cannot.

The English peace is the peace of the grave.