Champions are made from something they have deep inside of them-a desire, a dream, a vison.

Khadi is the sun of the village solar system.

The renunciation of the Gita is the acid test of faith.

Renunciation which is natural does not herald its coming by the blowing of trumpets. It comes in imperceptibly without letting anyone notice it.

I claim that in losing the spinning wheel we lost our left lung. We are, therefore, suffering from galloping consumption. The restoration of the wheel arrests the progress of the fell disease.

For me every ruler is alien that defies public opinion.

Coal is not dear for the coal-miner who can use it there and then, nor is khadi dear for the villager who manufactures his own khadi.