We have believed and we do believe now that freedom is indivisible, that peace is indivisible, that economic prosperity is indivisible. Indira Gandhi
Those who won our independence believe liberty to be the secret of happiness and courage to be the secret of liberty. Louis D. Brandeis
Saluting India! Where each bud blooms in its true colours Where each day is celebration of unity, harmony and synthesis.
I declare that the blows struck at me today will be the last nails in the coffin of British rule in India. Go back Siman Lala Lajpat Rai
If I were asked under what sky the human mind has most fully developed some of its choicest gifts, has most deeply pondered on the greatest problems of life, and has found solutions, I should point to India. Max Mueller (German 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
We have believed and we do believe now that freedom is indivisible, that peace is indivisible, that economic prosperity is indivisible. Indira Gandhi
Those who won our independence believe liberty to be the secret of happiness and courage to be the secret of liberty. Louis D. Brandeis
Saluting India! Where each bud blooms in its true colours Where each day is celebration of unity, harmony and synthesis.
I declare that the blows struck at me today will be the last nails in the coffin of British rule in India. Go back Siman Lala Lajpat Rai
If I were asked under what sky the human mind has most fully developed some of its choicest gifts, has most deeply pondered on the greatest problems of life, and has found solutions, I should point to India. Max Mueller (German 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