In attaining our ideals, our means should be as pure as the end. Dr Rajendra Prasad
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
India has two million gods, and worships them all. In religion all other countries are paupers; India is the only millionaire. Mark Twain
The shots that hit me are the last nails to the coffin of the British rule in India. Lala Lajpat Rai
A nation's culture resides in the hearts and in the soul of its people. Mahatma Gandhi
In attaining our ideals, our means should be as pure as the end. Dr Rajendra Prasad
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
India has two million gods, and worships them all. In religion all other countries are paupers; India is the only millionaire. Mark Twain
The shots that hit me are the last nails to the coffin of the British rule in India. Lala Lajpat Rai
A nation's culture resides in the hearts and in the soul of its people. Mahatma Gandhi