The best road to progress is freedom's road. John F. Kennedy

The best road to progress is freedom's road. John F. Kennedy

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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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Violent means will give violent freedom. That would be a menace to the world and to India herself. Mahatma Gandhi

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