Mahatma Gandhi Quotes

A sword should be laid on my bier, for I have been a steadfast soldier in the war of liberation of humanity.

To die for one's country is such a worthy fate that all compete for so beautiful a death.

The soldier going down and the cause of freedom never dies—immortality is his.

I say that no man can be greater than the man who bravely and heroically sacrifices his life for the good of others. No man can be greater than the one who meets death face to face, and yet will not shrink from what he believes to be his highest duty.

I find it incredibly romantic that people should fight for a cause they believe in and be prepared to die for it.

I have entered the field to die, if need be, for this government, and never expect to return to peaceful pursuits until the object of this war of preservation has become a fact established.

To die for an idea; it is unquestionably noble. But how much nobler it would be if men died for ideas that were true!

It is rather for us here dedicated to the great task remaining before us, that from these honored dead we take increased devotion to that cause for which they gave the last full measure of devotion.

I have loved justice and hated iniquity: therefore I die in exile.

A man must be willing to die for justice. Death is an inescapable reality and men die daily, but good deeds live forever.

The more people who die for our cause, the stronger we shall become.

I die the King’s good servant, but God’s first.

For months people have been begging me to come here for this Kamikaze operation. We will die well. The fact that we are taking a role in a great moment is history is a great honor.

When principles fail, men have only one way to save them and to preserve their faith, which is to die for them.

Another hand thy sword shall wield, Another hand the standard wave, Till from the trumpet's mouth is pealed The blast of triumph o'er thy grave.

Suffering for truth's sake Is fortitude to highest victory, And to the faithful death the gate of life.

They fell, but o'er their glorious grave Floats free the banner of the cause they died to save.

Sound trumpets! Let our bloody colours wave! And either victory, or else a grave.

The warriors that fought for their country, and bled, Have sunk to their rest; the damp earth is their bed; No stone tells the place where their ashes repose, Nor points out the spot from the graves of their foes. They died in their glory, surrounded by fame, And Victory's loud trump their death did proclaim; They are dead; but they live in each Patriot's breast, And their names are engraven on honor's bright crest.

Work unto death! I am with you, and when I am gone, my spirit will work with you. This life comes and goes; wealth, fame, enjoyments are only of a few days. It is better, far better to die on the field of duty, preaching the truth, than to die like a worldly worm. Advance!

How beautiful is death, when earn'd by virtue!

No one could ever meet death for his country without the hope of immortality.

Death is never sweet, not even if it is suffered for the highest ideal.

And they who for their country die shall fill an honored grave, for glory lights the soldier's tomb, and beauty weeps the brave.

It is so little true that martyrs offer any support to the truth of a cause that I am inclined to deny that any martyr has ever had anything to do with the truth at all.