A country's greatness lies in its undying ideals of love and sacrifice that inspire the mothers of the race. Sarojini Naidu
Long years ago we made a tryst with destiny, and now the time comes when we shall redeem our pledge,...At the stroke of the midnight hour, when the world sleeps, India will awake to life and freedom. Jawaharlal Nehru
We owe a lot to the Indians, who taught us how to count, without which no worthwhile scientific discovery could have been made. -Albert Einstein
We have believed and we do believe now that freedom is indivisible, that peace is indivisible, that economic prosperity is indivisible. Indira Gandhi
I prefer liberty with danger to peace with slavery. -Jean-Jacques Rousseau
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
A country's greatness lies in its undying ideals of love and sacrifice that inspire the mothers of the race. Sarojini Naidu
Long years ago we made a tryst with destiny, and now the time comes when we shall redeem our pledge,...At the stroke of the midnight hour, when the world sleeps, India will awake to life and freedom. Jawaharlal Nehru
We owe a lot to the Indians, who taught us how to count, without which no worthwhile scientific discovery could have been made. -Albert Einstein
We have believed and we do believe now that freedom is indivisible, that peace is indivisible, that economic prosperity is indivisible. Indira Gandhi
I prefer liberty with danger to peace with slavery. -Jean-Jacques Rousseau
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