Once, while Mahatma Gandhi's train was pulling slowly out of the station, a European reporter ran up to his compartment window. 'Do you have a message I can take back to my people?' he asked. It was Gandhi's day of silence, a vital respite from his demanding speaking schedule, so he didn't reply. Instead, he scrawled a few words on a scrap of paper and passed it to the reporter: "My Life is my message"
- Eknaath Easwaran
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