A Satyagrahi Loves His So-called Enemy Even

Let The Gita Be To You A Mine Of Diamonds, As It Has Been To Me; Let It Be Your Constant Guide And Friend On Life's Way.

The Only Tyrant I Accept In This World Is The Still Voice Within.

Performance Of Duty And Observance Of Morality Are Convertible Terms.

Truth Should So Humble That Even Dust Could Crush It.

No Sacrifice Is Worth The Name Unless It Is A Joy. Sacrifice And A Long Face Go Ill Together. Sacrifice Is 'making Sacred'. He Must Be A Poor Specimen Of Humanity Who Is In Need Of Sympathy For His Sacrifice.