My creed of nonviolence is an extremely active force.
In the dictionary of satyagraha, there is no enemy.
To a people famishing and idle, the only acceptable form in which God can dare appear is work and promise of food as wages.
No one has the capacity to judge God. We are drops in that limitless ocean of mercy.
It is my own firm belief that the strength of the soul grows in proportion as you subdue the flesh.
Truth should be the very breath of our life. When once this state in the pilgrim's progress is reached, all other rules of correct living will come without any effort, and obedience to them will be instinctive.