Let new India arise out of peasants' cottage, grasping the plough, out of huts, cobbler and sweeper.-Swami Vivekananda
We must have constantly present in our minds the difference between independence and liberty. Liberty is a right of doing whatever the laws permit, and if a citizen could do what they forbid he would no longer be possessed of liberty. Charles de Montesquieu
If yet your blood does not rage, then it is water that flows in your veins. For what is the flush of youth, if it is not of service to the motherland.-Chandra Shekhar Azad
A country's greatness lies in its undying ideals of love and sacrifice that inspire the mothers of the race. Sarojini Naidu
Freedom is never dear at any price. It is the breath of life. What would a man not pay for living? Mahatma Gandhi
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
Let new India arise out of peasants' cottage, grasping the plough, out of huts, cobbler and sweeper.-Swami Vivekananda
We must have constantly present in our minds the difference between independence and liberty. Liberty is a right of doing whatever the laws permit, and if a citizen could do what they forbid he would no longer be possessed of liberty. Charles de Montesquieu
If yet your blood does not rage, then it is water that flows in your veins. For what is the flush of youth, if it is not of service to the motherland.-Chandra Shekhar Azad
A country's greatness lies in its undying ideals of love and sacrifice that inspire the mothers of the race. Sarojini Naidu
Freedom is never dear at any price. It is the breath of life. What would a man not pay for living? Mahatma Gandhi
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