(When asked what he thought of Western civilization): 'I think it would be a good idea. — Mahatma Gandhi
(When asked what he thought of Western civilization): 'I think it would be a good idea. — Mahatma Gandhi
(When asked what he thought of Western civilization): 'I think it would be a good idea. — Mahatma Gandhi
(When asked what he thought of Western civilization): 'I think it would be a good idea. — Mahatma Gandhi
(When asked what he thought of Western civilization): 'I think it would be a good idea. — Mahatma Gandhi
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(When asked what he thought of Western civilization): 'I think it would be a good idea.

— Mahatma Gandhi
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