Ahimsa and Truth are my two lungs. I cannot live without them.
Love and ahimsa are matchless in their effect.
Ahimsa is the eradication of the desire to injure or to kill.
True ahimsa should wear a smile even on a deathbed brought about by an assailant. It is only with that ahimsa that we can befriend our opponents and win their love.
The highest religion has been defined by a negative word: ahimsa.
Ahimsa in theory no one knows. It is as indefinable as God.
Ahimsa is the highest ideal. It is meant for the brave, never for the cowardly.
What is it but my ahimsa that draws thousands of women to me in fearless confidence?
Ahimsa is not a matter of mere dietetics: it transcends it.
A soldier fights with an irresistible strength when he has blown up his bridges and burnt his boats. Even so, it is with a soldier of ahimsa.
Ahimsa and Truth are so intertwined that it is practically impossible to disentangle and separate them.
Truth and ahimsa will never be destroyed.
All my experiments in Ahimsa have taught me that nonviolence in practice means common labour with the body.
True ahimsa lay in running into the mouth of himsa.
Ahimsa is nothing if not a well-balanced, exquisite consideration for one's neighbour, and an idle man is wanting in that elementary consideration.
Love, otherwise ahimsa, sustains this planet of ours.
It is against the spirit of ahimsa to overawe even one person into submission.
The test of ahimsa is the absence of jealousy. The man whose heart never cherishes even the thought of injury to anyone, who rejoices at the prosperity of even his greatest enemy, that man is the bhakta, he is the yogi, he is the guru of all.
Means to be means must always be within our reach, and so ahimsa is our supreme duty.
The path of Truth is as narrow as it is straight. Even so is that of ahimsa.
