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
It is easy to kill individuals but you cannot kill the ideas. Great empires crumbled, while the ideas survived. Bhagat Singh
One individual may die for an ideas, but that idea will, after his death, incarnate itself in a thousand lives. -Netaji Subhash Chandra Bose
If the deaf are to hear the sound has to be very loud. Sardar Bhagat Singh
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
It is easy to kill individuals but you cannot kill the ideas. Great empires crumbled, while the ideas survived. Bhagat Singh
One individual may die for an ideas, but that idea will, after his death, incarnate itself in a thousand lives. -Netaji Subhash Chandra Bose
If the deaf are to hear the sound has to be very loud. Sardar Bhagat Singh
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