Our aim may be as high as the endless sky, but we should have a resolve in our minds to walk ahead, hand-in-hand, for victory will be ours. Atal Bihari Vajpayee
The shots that hit me are the last nails to the coffin of the British rule in India. Lala Lajpat Rai
I know where I am going and I know the truth, and I don't have to be what you want me to be. I am free to be what I want. Aruna Asaf Ali
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)
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
May the sun in his course visit no land more free, more happy, more lovely, than this our country! Sardar Bhagat Singh
Our aim may be as high as the endless sky, but we should have a resolve in our minds to walk ahead, hand-in-hand, for victory will be ours. Atal Bihari Vajpayee
The shots that hit me are the last nails to the coffin of the British rule in India. Lala Lajpat Rai
I know where I am going and I know the truth, and I don't have to be what you want me to be. I am free to be what I want. Aruna Asaf Ali
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)
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
May the sun in his course visit no land more free, more happy, more lovely, than this our country! Sardar Bhagat Singh