My religion teaches me that whenever there is distress which one cannot remove, one must fast and pray.

Faith is put to the test when the situation is most difficult.

In a democratic scheme, money invested in the promotion of learning gives a tenfold return to the people even as a seed sown in good soil returns a luxuriant crop.

An ideal sanctified by the sacrifices of such master spirits as Lenin cannot go in vain, the noble example of their renunciation will be emblazoned for ever and quicken and purify the ideal as time passes.

My knowledge of the letter of the Shastras is better, but of true religion they are able to give me but little.

If love wasn't the law of life, life would not have persisted in the midst of death.

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