Our aim may be as high as the endless sky, but we should have a resolve in our minds to walk ahead, hand-in-hand, for victory will be ours. Atal Bihari Vajpayee
I prefer liberty with danger to peace with slavery. -Jean-Jacques Rousseau
The essential thing in religion is making the heart pure. The kingdom of heaven is within us but only pure heart can see the king! Bhagat Singh
If the freedom of speech is taken away then dumb and silent we may be led, like sheep to the slaughter. George Washington
If there is one place on the face of earth where all the dreams of living men have found a home from the very earliest days when man began the dream of existence, it is India. By: Romain Rolland (Roman Scholar)
Mother, I bow to thee! Rich with thy hurrying streams, Bright with orchard gleams, Cool with thy winds of delight, Green fields waving, Mother of might, Mother free. Glory of moonlight dreams, Over thy branches and lordly streams, Clad in thy blossoming trees, Mother, giver of ease, Laughing low and sweet! Mother I kiss thy feet, Speaker sweet and low! Mother, to thee I bow. Bankim Chandra Chaterjee
Our aim may be as high as the endless sky, but we should have a resolve in our minds to walk ahead, hand-in-hand, for victory will be ours. Atal Bihari Vajpayee
I prefer liberty with danger to peace with slavery. -Jean-Jacques Rousseau
The essential thing in religion is making the heart pure. The kingdom of heaven is within us but only pure heart can see the king! Bhagat Singh
If the freedom of speech is taken away then dumb and silent we may be led, like sheep to the slaughter. George Washington
If there is one place on the face of earth where all the dreams of living men have found a home from the very earliest days when man began the dream of existence, it is India. By: Romain Rolland (Roman Scholar)
Mother, I bow to thee! Rich with thy hurrying streams, Bright with orchard gleams, Cool with thy winds of delight, Green fields waving, Mother of might, Mother free. Glory of moonlight dreams, Over thy branches and lordly streams, Clad in thy blossoming trees, Mother, giver of ease, Laughing low and sweet! Mother I kiss thy feet, Speaker sweet and low! Mother, to thee I bow. Bankim Chandra Chaterjee