“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.”

There is perhaps nothing so bad and so dangerous in life as fear.

Failure comes only when we forget our ideals and objectives and principles.

Crises and deadlocks when they occur have at least this advantage, that they force us to think.

I am getting old and the sign of old age is that I begin to philosophize and ponder over problems which should not be my concern at all.

You don’t change the course of history by turning the faces of portraits to the wall.

Facts are facts and will not disappear on account of your likes.

I have become a queer mixture of the East and the West, out of place everywhere, at home nowhere.

I do not attach much importance to America’s bombs. I attach importance to her great vitality and integrity. The strength of America is deeper and more significant than her financial power.

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.

Because the world is so full of death and horror, I try again and again to console my heart and pick the flowers that grow in the midst of hell.

Then my heart with pleasure fills And dances with the daffodils.

How does the Meadow flower its bloom unfold? Because the lovely little flower is free down to its root, and in that freedom bold.

I don’t always wear underwear. When I’m in the heat, especially, I can’t wear it. Like, if I’m wearing a flower dress, why do I have to wear underwear?

Welcome as the flowers in May.

I wandered lonely as a cloud That floats on high o’er vales and hills When all at once I saw a crowd A host of golden daffodils Beside the lake beneath the trees Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.

The moon, like a flower in heaven’s high bower, with silent delight sits and smiles on the night.

Half Gods are worshipped with wine and Flowers. Real Gods require Blood.