If the freedom of speech is taken away then dumb and silent we may be led, like sheep to the slaughter. George Washington

If the freedom of speech is taken away then dumb and silent we may be led, like sheep to the slaughter. George Washington

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So long as you do not achieve social liberty, whatever freedom is provided by the law is of now avail to you. BR Ambedkar

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May the sun in his course visit no land more free, more happy, more lovely, than this our country! 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

The shots that hit me are the last nails to the coffin of the British rule in India. Lala Lajpat Rai