Every labourer is worthy of his hire. No country can produce thousands of unpaid whole-time workers.
It is my unshakable belief that India's destiny is to deliver the message of nonviolence to mankind.
External fears cease of their own accord when once we have conquered these traitors within the camp.
The Krishna of the Gita is perfection and right knowledge personified, but the picture is imaginary.
We cannot have real independence unless the people banish the touch-me-not spirit from their hearts.
Men to be men must be able to trust their womenfolk, even as the latter are compelled to trust them.
The Charkha is the symbol of nonviolence on which all life, if it is to be real life, must be based.
The human voice can never reach the distance that is covered by the still small voice of conscience.
I don't reject Christ. I love Christ. It's just that so many of you Christians are so unlike Christ.
However virile the English language may be, it can never become the language of the masses of India.
Is it not possible for us all to realize that the masses will never mount to freedom through murder?
To give pleasure to a single heart by a single act is better than a thousand heads bowing in prayer.
A religion cannot be sustained by the number of its lip-followers denying in their lives its tenets.
I believe in advaita, I believe in the essential unity of man and for that matter of all that lives.
There are people in the world so hungry, that God cannot appear to them except in the form of bread.
Every expression of truth has in it the seeds of propagation, even as the sun cannot hide its light.
If we want Swaraj to be built on non-violence, we will have to give the villages their proper place.
Economic equality of my conception does not mean that every one will literally have the same amount.
My ahimsa is my own. I am not able to accept in its entirety the doctrine of non-killing of animals.
Newspapers today have almost replaced the Bible, the Koran, the Gita and other religious scriptures.
The Khaddar of my conception is that handspun cloth entirely takes the place of mill cloth in India.
Silence becomes cowardice when occasion demands speaking out the whole truth and acting accordingly.
When there is war, the poet lays down the lyre, the lawyer his law reports, the schoolboy his books.