There is no end to renunciation.

This body is a combination. It is only a fiction to say that I have one body, you another, and the sun another.

What we want is muscles of iron and nerves of steel. We have wept long enough. No more weeping, but stand on your feet and be men. It is man-making theories that we want. It is man-making education all round that we want.

Let new India arise out of peasants' cottage, grasping the plough, out of huts, cobbler and sweeper.

External nature is only internal nature writ large.

This is the secret of spiritual life: to think that I am the Atman and not the body, and that the whole of this universe with all its relations, with all its good and all its evil, is but as a series of paintings...scenes on a canvas...of which I am the witness.

The coward is an object to be pitied.