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Love Is A Rare Herb That Makes A Friend Even Of A Sworn Enemy And This Herb Grows Out Of Nonviolence.

We Must Always Seek To Ally Ourselves With That Part Of The Enemy That Knows What Is Right.

You May Pluck Out My Eyes, But That Cannot Kill Me. You May Chop Off My Nose, But That Will Not Kill Me. But Blast My Belief In God, And I Am Dead.

Every Truth Is Self-acting And Possesses Inherent Strength.

Such Expression Is Impossible In A Cramped Atmosphere. As I Have No Desire To Offer Civil Disobedience I Cannot Write Freely. As The Author Of Satyagraha I Cannot, Consistently With My Profession, Suppress The Vital Part Of Myself For The Sake Of Being Able To Write On Permissible Subjects. ... It Would Be Like Dealing With The Trunk Without The Head.