Ahimsa in theory no one knows. It is as indefinable as God.

You are no Satyagrahi if you remain silent or passive spectators while your enemy is being done to death.

True swadeshi is that alone in which all the processes through which cotton has to pass are carried out in the same village or town.

The chains of a slave are broken the moment he considers himself a free man.

We stand on the threshold of a twilight-whether morning or evening we do not know. One is followed by the night, the other heralds the dawn.

Whatever strength the masses have is due entirely to ahimsa, however imperfect or defective its practice might have been.

To a man with an empty stomach food is God