No one can understand history without continually relating the long periods which are constantly mentioned to the experiences of our own short lives.

I liked wine, both red and white, and especially Champagne; and on very special occasions I could even drink a small glass of brandy.

Power will go to the hands of rascals, rogues, freebooters; all Indian leaders will be of low calibre & men of straw. They will have sweet tongues & silly hearts. They will fight amongst themselves for power & India will be lost in political squabbles. A day would come when even air & water would be taxed in India.

There is nothing like oratory, it is a skill that can turn a commoner into a king.

The day may dawn when fair play, love for one's fellow men, respect for justice and freedom, will enable tormented generations to march forth serene and triumphant from the hideous epoch in which we have to dwell. Meanwhile, never flinch, never weary, never despair.

A love for tradition has never weakened a nation, indeed it has strengthened nations in their hour of peril.

Each one hopes that if he feeds the crocodile enough, the crocodile will eat him last. All of them hope that the storm will pass before their turn comes to be devoured. But I fear - I fear greatly - the storm will not pass. It will rage and it will roar, even more loudly, even more widely.