It is easy to kill individuals but you cannot kill the ideas. Great empires crumbled, while the ideas survived. Bhagat Singh

It is easy to kill individuals but you cannot kill the ideas. Great empires crumbled, while the ideas survived. Bhagat Singh

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In attaining our ideals, our means should be as pure as the end. Dr Rajendra Prasad

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