At the dawn of history India started on her unending quest, and trackless centuries are filled with her striving and the grandeur of her success and her failures. Through good and ill fortune alike she has never lost sight of that quest or forgotten the ideals which gave her strength.
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
One individual may die for an idea; but that idea will, after his death, incarnate itself in a thousand lives. That is how the wheel of evolution moves on and the ideas and dreams of one nation are bequeathed to the next
Netaji Subhash Chandra Bose
Our nation is like a tree of which the original trunk is swarajya and the branches are swadeshi and boycott.
Bal Gangadhar Tilak
Apparently, I’ve acted like a terrorist. But I’m not a terrorist.
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’ !’