I Isolate This Non-co-operation From Sinn Feinism,

I Claim To Know My Millions. All The Hours Of The Day I Am With Them. They Are My First Care And God That Is To Be Found In The Hearts Of The Dumb Millions.

Freedom Of The Press Is A Precious Privilege That No Country Can Forego.

If Any Englishman Dedicated His Life To Securing The Freedom Of India, Resisting Tyranny And Serving The Land, I Should Welcome That Englishman As An Indian.

I Am A Poor Mendicant. My Earthly Possessions Consist Of Six Spinning Wheels, Prison Dishes, A Can Of Goat's Milk, Six Homespun Loincloths And Towels And My Reputation, Which Cannot Be Worth Much.

All Our Philosophy Is As Dry As Dust If It Is Not Immediately Translated Into Some Act Of Living Service.