No Labour Is Too Mean

Man Becomes Great Exactly In The Degree In Which He Works For The Welfare Of His Fellow-men.

I Do Not Seek Redemption From The Consequences Of My Sin. I Seek To Be Redeemed From Sin Itself. Until I Have Attained That End, I Shall Be Content To Be Restless.

The Villagers Want Bread-not Butter-and Disciplined Work, Some Work That Will Supplement Their Agricultural Avocations Which Do Not Go On For All The 12 Months.

Let The Content Of Swaraj Grow With The Growth Of National Consciousness And Aspirations.

I Have Naturally Formed The Habit Of Restraining My Thoughts. A Thoughtless Word Hardly Ever Escaped My Tongue Or Pen. Experience Has Taught Me That Silence Is Part Of The Spiritual Discipline Of A Votary Of Truth. We Find So Many People Impatient To Talk. All This Talking Can Hardly Be Said To Be Of Any Benefit To The World. It Is So Much Waste Of Time. My Shyness Has Been In Reality My Shield And Buckler. It Has Allowed Me To Grow. It Has Helped Me In My Discernment Of Truth.