Constitution is not a mere lawyers document, it is a vehicle of Life, and its spirit is always the spirit of Age. B. R. Ambedkar
Those who won our independence believe liberty to be the secret of happiness and courage to be the secret of liberty. Louis D. Brandeis
When I read the Bhagavad-Gita and reflect about how God created this universe everything else seems so superfluous.- Albert Einstein
The essential thing in religion is making the heart pure. The kingdom of heaven is within us but only pure heart can see the king! Bhagat Singh
Revolution did not necessarily involve sanguinary strife. It was not a cult of bomb and pistol. They may sometimes be mere means for its achievement. 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
Constitution is not a mere lawyers document, it is a vehicle of Life, and its spirit is always the spirit of Age. B. R. Ambedkar
Those who won our independence believe liberty to be the secret of happiness and courage to be the secret of liberty. Louis D. Brandeis
When I read the Bhagavad-Gita and reflect about how God created this universe everything else seems so superfluous.- Albert Einstein
The essential thing in religion is making the heart pure. The kingdom of heaven is within us but only pure heart can see the king! Bhagat Singh
Revolution did not necessarily involve sanguinary strife. It was not a cult of bomb and pistol. They may sometimes be mere means for its achievement. 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