A Man Who Broods On

What, However, Left A Deep Impression On Me Was The Reading Of The Ramayana Before My Father. During Part Of His Illness My Father Was In Porbandar. There Every Evening He Used To Listen To The Ramayana.

Unless Our Hands Go Hand In Hand With Our Heads, We Will Be Able To Do Nothing Whatsoever.

My Love For Nonviolence Is Superior To Every Other Thing, Mundane Or Super Mundane.

Far More Indispensable Then Food For The Physical Body Is Spiritual Nourishment For The Soul. One Can Do Without Food For A Considerable Time, But A Man Of The Spirit Cannot Exist For A Single Second Without Spiritual Nourishment.

I Was A Coward. I Used To Be Haunted By The Fear Of Thieves, Ghosts And Serpents. I Did Not Dare To Stir Out Of Doors At Night. Darkness Was A Terror To Me. It Was Almost Impossible For Me To Sleep In The Dark, As I Would Imagine Ghosts Coming From One Direction, Thieves From Another And Serpents From A Third. I Could Not Therefore Bear To Sleep Without A Light In The Room.