The Swaraj of my dream is the poor man's Swaraj.
Nonviolence is impossible without humility.
A mother would never by choice sleep in a wet bed but she would gladly do so in order to spare the dry bed for her child.
When large numbers of wholly innocent men are in jail, we may take it that Swaraj is at hand.
In doing something, do it with love or never do it at all.
I am but a poor struggling soul yearning to be wholly good, wholly truthful and wholly non-violent in thought, word and deed, but ever failing to reach the ideal which I know to be true. It is a painful climb, but each step upwards makes me feel stronger and fit for the next.