We have believed and we do believe now that freedom is indivisible, that peace is indivisible, that economic prosperity is indivisible. Indira Gandhi
If I were asked under what sky the human mind has most fully developed some of its choicest gifts, has most deeply pondered on the greatest problems of life, and has found solutions, I should point to India. Max Mueller (German scholar)
The greatest gifts you can give your children are the roots of responsibility and the wings of independence. Denis Waitley
Forget not that the grossest crime is to compromise with injustice and wrong. Remember the eternal law: you must give, if you want to get. Netaji Subhash Chandra Bose
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
We have believed and we do believe now that freedom is indivisible, that peace is indivisible, that economic prosperity is indivisible. Indira Gandhi
If I were asked under what sky the human mind has most fully developed some of its choicest gifts, has most deeply pondered on the greatest problems of life, and has found solutions, I should point to India. Max Mueller (German scholar)
The greatest gifts you can give your children are the roots of responsibility and the wings of independence. Denis Waitley
Forget not that the grossest crime is to compromise with injustice and wrong. Remember the eternal law: you must give, if you want to get. Netaji Subhash Chandra Bose
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