The Only Force At The Disposal Of

Confession Of Errors Is Like A Broom Which Sweeps Away The Dirt And Leaves The Surface Brighter And Clearer. I Feel Stronger For Confession.

I Have Been Repeating Over And Over Again That He Who Cannot Protect Himself Or His Nearest And Dearest Or Their Honour By Non-violently Facing Death May And Ought To Do So By Violently Dealing With The Oppressor. He Who Can Do Neither Of The Two Is A Burden. He Has No Business To Be The Head Of A Family. He Must Either Hide Himself, Or Must Rest Content To Live For Ever In Helplessness And Be Prepared To Crawl Like A Worm At The Bidding Of A Bully.

God's Grace And Revelation Are The Monopoly Of No Race Or Nation.

I Literally Believe In The Possibility Of A Sudhanva Smiling Away Whilst He Was Being Drowned In Boiling Oil.

Ours Has Not Been Unadulterated Nonviolence In Thought, Word And Deed.