When a man vowed to nonviolence as the law governing human beings dares to refer to war, he can only do it so as to strain every nerve to avoid it.
Nothing is impossible for pure love.
The Swaraj of my dream is the poor man's Swaraj.
I travel third-class because there is no fouth-class.
I call myself a labourer because I take pride in calling myself a spinner, weaver, farmer and scavenger.
I do all the evil I can before I learn to shun it? Is it not enough to know the evil to shun it? If not, we should be sincere enough to admit that we love evil too well to give it up.