Thy spirit, Independence, let me share! Lord of the lion-heart and eagle-eye, Thy steps I follow with my bosom bare, Nor heed the storm that howls along the sky. Tobas George Smollet
Fourscore and seven years ago, our fathers brought forth on this continent a new nation, conceived in liberty, and dedicated to the proposition that all men are created equal. Abraham Lincoln
A country's greatness lies in its undying ideals of love and sacrifice that inspire the mothers of the race. Sarojini Naidu
When I read the Bhagavad-Gita and reflect about how God created this universe everything else seems so superfluous.- Albert Einstein
If the freedom of speech is taken away then dumb and silent we may be led, like sheep to the slaughter. George Washington
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
Thy spirit, Independence, let me share! Lord of the lion-heart and eagle-eye, Thy steps I follow with my bosom bare, Nor heed the storm that howls along the sky. Tobas George Smollet
Fourscore and seven years ago, our fathers brought forth on this continent a new nation, conceived in liberty, and dedicated to the proposition that all men are created equal. Abraham Lincoln
A country's greatness lies in its undying ideals of love and sacrifice that inspire the mothers of the race. Sarojini Naidu
When I read the Bhagavad-Gita and reflect about how God created this universe everything else seems so superfluous.- Albert Einstein
If the freedom of speech is taken away then dumb and silent we may be led, like sheep to the slaughter. George Washington
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