We talk of sunshine and moonshine, but not of cloud-shine, which is yet one of the illuminations of our skies. A shining cloud is one of the most majestic of all secondary lights.

Happiness is not a matter of events; it depends upon the tides of the mind.

There is nothing in the world more peaceful than apple - leaves with an early moon.

If there is a look of human eyes that tells of perpetual loneliness, so there is also the familiar look that is the sign of perpetual crowds.

The sense of humor has other things to do than to make itself conspicuous in the act of laughter.

Assuredly it would be a pity if laughter should ever become, like rhetoric and the arts, a habit.

My day-mind can endure / Upright, in hope, all it must undergo. / But O, afraid, unsure, / My night-mind waking lies too low, too low.

A child is beset with long traditions. And his infancy is so old, so old, that the mere adding of years in the life to follow will not seem to throw it further back -- it is already so far.

I come from nothing: but from where come the undying thoughts I bear?

Rich meanings of the prophet-Spring adorn, / Unseen, this colorless sky of folded showers, / And folded winds...

No mirror keeps its glances.

What a day may bring a day may take away.

belief is necessarily something false that diverts and suffocates effective production

The cook cares not a bit for toil, toil, if the fowl be plump and fat

The test is can you do something, rather than have a theoretical argument - can you make a difference?

Kindred spirits are not so scarce as I used to think. It's splendid to find out there are so many of them in the world.

Khadi service, village service and Harijan service are one in reality, though three in name.

But sometimes the future is latent in us without our knowing it, and our supposedly lying words foreshadow an imminent reality.

Europe is a molehill. All great empires and revolutions have been on the Orient; six hundred millions live there.

Here, on the river's verge, I could be busy for months without changing my place, simply leaning a little more to right or left.

How sometimes nature will betray its folly, Its tenderness, and make itself a pastime To harder bosoms!