I Swear By Swadeshi As It Affords

All Have Not The Same Capacity. I Would Allow A Man Of Intellect To Earn More, I Would Not Cramp His Talent.

God Is The Hardest Taskmaster I Have Known On This Earth, And He Tries You Through And Through. And When You Find That Your Faith Is Failing Or Your Body Is Failing You, And You Are Sinking, He Comes To Your Assistance Somehow Or Other And Proves To You That You Must Not Lose Your Faith And That He Is Always At Your Beck And Call, But On His Terms, Not On Your Terms. So I Have Found. I Cannot Really Recall A Single Instance When, At The Eleventh Hour, He Has Forsaken Me.

My Swadeshi Chiefly Centers Round The Handspun Khaddar And Extends To Everything That Can Be And Is Produced In India.

God Is Continuously In Action, Without Resting For A Single Moment.

I Cannot Think Of Permanent Enmity Between Man And Man, And Believing As I Do In The Theory Of Reincarnation, I Live In The Hope That If Not In This Birth, In Some Other Birth I Shall Be Able To Hug All Of Humanity In Friendly Embrace.