Our nation is like a tree of which the original trunk is swarajya and the branches are swadeshi and boycott. Subhas Chandra Bose

Our nation is like a tree of which the original trunk is swarajya and the branches are swadeshi and boycott. Subhas Chandra Bose

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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

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India has two million gods, and worships them all. In religion all other countries are paupers; India is the only millionaire. Mark Twain

Let new India arise out of peasants' cottage, grasping the plough, out of huts, cobbler and sweeper.-Swami Vivekananda

Long years ago we made a tryst with destiny, and now the time comes when we shall redeem our pledge,...At the stroke of the midnight hour, when the world sleeps, India will awake to life and freedom. Jawaharlal Nehru

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

You give me your blood and I will give you Independence! -Netaji Subhash Chandra Bose

Freedom is not worth having if it does not connote freedom to err. Mahatma Gandhi