“Logic and cold reason are poor weapons to fight fear and distrust. Only faith and generosity can overcome them.”

Action to be effective must be directed to clearly conceived ends.

To be in good moral condition requires at least as much training as to be in good physical condition.

A leader or a man of action in a crisis almost always acts subconsciously and then thinks of the reasons for his action.

The purely agitational attitude is not good enough for a detailed consideration of a subject.

When the present is full of gloom, the past becomes haven of refuge that provides relief and inspiration.

The boundaries of democracy have to be widened so as to include economic equality also. This is the great revolution through which we are all passing.

The ambition of the greatest men of our generation has been to wipe every tear from every eye. That may be beyond us, but so long as there are tears and suffering, so long our work will not be over.

Play the hand you’re dealt.

Do not advise too much: do the job yourself. This is the only advice you can give to others. Do it and others will follow.

It is only too easy to make suggestions and later try to escape the consequences of what we say.

Poverty anywhere is a danger to prosperity everywhere.

America is a country no one should go to for the first time.

Blood and tears are going to be our lot, whether we like them or not. Our blood and tears will flow; maybe the parched soil of India needs them so that the fine flower of freedom may grow again.

In the name of religion many great and fine deeds have been performed. In the name of religion also, thousands and millions have been killed, and every possible crime has been committed.

A tyrst with destiny – A the stroke of midnight hour, when the world sleeps, India will awaken to life and Freedom.

India cannot sit on the fence anymore. It may have to make a choice. Either way it is going face problems.

Cold in the earth and the deeps now piled above thee, Far, far, removed, cold in the dreary grave! Have I forgot, my only Love, to love thee, Severed at last byTime’s all-serving wave?

Tea! The panacea for everything from weariness to a cold to a murder Love and scandal are the best sweeteners of tea.

There’s not much I know about forgetting. By which I mean I can hear her name from a distance; and it still breathes cold in my chest.

The night is darkening round me, The wild winds coldly blow; But a tyrant spell has bound me, And I cannot, cannot go.

And when the cold comes, I swear I can feel her in my bones.

Cold is merciless. It shows you where you are. What you are.

Please the night’s cold, not her name again!

The marble keeps merely a cold and sad memory of a man who would else be forgotten. No man who needs a monument ever ought to have one.