I was a coward. I used to be haunted by the fear of thieves, ghosts and serpents. I did not dare to stir out of doors at night. Darkness was a terror to me. It was almost impossible for me to sleep in the dark, as I would imagine ghosts coming from one direction, thieves from another and serpents from a third. I could not therefore bear to sleep without a light in the room.

It is difficult, but not impossible, to conduct strictly honest business.

I literally believe in the possibility of a Sudhanva smiling away whilst he was being drowned in boiling oil.

Rights of true citizenship accrue only to those who serve the State to which they belong.

Liberty and democracy become unholy when their hands are dyed red with innocent blood.

My life has been full of external tragedies and if they have not left any visible effect on me, I owe it to the teaching of the Bhagavadgita.

Let us learn from the English rulers the simple fact that the oppressors are blind to the enormity of their own misdeeds.