“No man’s really any good till he knows how bad he is, or might be; till he’s realized exactly how much right he has to all this snobbery, and sneering, and talking about ‘criminals,’ as if they were apes in a forest ten thousand miles away; till he’s got rid of all the dirty self-deception of talking about low types and deficient skulls; till he’s squeezed out of his soul the last drop of the oil of the Pharisees; till his only hope is somehow or other to have captured one criminal, and kept him safe and sane under his own hat.”

“No man knows till he has suffered from the night how sweet and dear to his heart and eye the morning can be.”

“No man knows till he experiences it, what it is like to feel his own life-blood drawn away into the woman he loves.”

“This man talked like he could build the barns by himself, like he could till the soil by himself. And he failed to realize that wealth is always a result of the commonwealth.”

“The fool that eats till he is sick must fast till he is well.”

“There are a thousand thoughts lying within a man that he does not know till he takes up the pen to write.”

“If I ask Him to receive me,
Will He say me nay?
Not till earth, and not till heaven
Pass away.”

“No one knows what he can do till he tries.”

“Let no man be called happy before his death. Till then, he is not happy, only lucky.”

“He was a one-person movement…we will strive to keep his Sadhana (legacy) alive. He has achieved eternal peace. He was open to everyone even till his last breath.”