Shall sweet love prosper or high dreams have a place. Amid the tumult of reverberant strife.

Once in the dream of a night, I stood Lone in the light of a magical wood, Soul-deep in visions that poppy-like sprang; And spirits of Truth were the birds that sang.

It is about one's wisdom that came with the years of hardship.

profane, not the shrine I have raised in the cleft of my heart.

 A country's greatness, sacrifice and love depend on the values of the country that it holds.

Work hard. Life will be full of obstacles and you've to overcome them all.

Nay, do not pinni, tho' life be dark with trouble.

Nay, do not grieve the' life be full of sadness, Dawn will not veil her splendour for your grief, Nor spring deny their bright, appointed beauty To lotus blossoms and Ashoka leaf.

Whenever there is coercion it is better to vanish things. And if you're stronger than you should help the weaker ones.

When there is oppression, the only self-respecting thing is to rise and say this shall cease today, because my right is justice. If you are stronger, you have to help the weaker boy or girl both in play and in the work.

As long as I have life, as long as blood flows through the arms of mine, I shall not leave the cause of freedom.

Time will not pause or tarry on his way, Today that seems so long, so strange, so bitter, Will soon be forgotten yesterday.

The girl is poised against a changing world, and yet represents a sense of permanence in a world that is mutable. She has some simple secrets and her life is just a source of missed times.

He is twin-born with primal mysteries, and drinks of life at Times forgotten source.

Do not cry, new wishes, new dreams will take place. The unspent years of joy will happen and there will be no sorrow left.

t doesn't matter from which caste, creed or culture one belongs, what matters is that everyone is a citizen of India and there should only be pride in that they are Indian.

Life has its struggles which require bravery and vigour. Thus it needs much more courage to live than to die.

Listen to the voice that is calling to the heart by the voice of my mind.

In a consecrated calm, forgotten yet. Of the keen heart that hastens to forget old longings in fulfilling new desires.

The new has come and now the old retires. And so the past becomes a mountain cell. Where lone apart old hermit memories dwell.

The nations that in fettered darkness we. Crave thee to lead them where great morning break.

Shall hope prevail where clamorous hate is a rite?

Sense of justice is one of the ideals of Isle Of man because as I read Quran I found those dynamic principles of life to notice but practical ethics for the daily conduct of life suited to the whole world.

Oh, we want a new breed of men before India can be cleansed of her disease.

My heart is very weary and sad and alone, For its dreams like the fluttering leaves have gone, And why should I say behind.

One needs a Seer’s Vision and an angel’s voice to be of any avail. I do not know of any Indian man or woman today who has those gifts in their most complete measure.

To quench my longing I bent myself low by the streams of the spirits of Peace that flow in that magical wood in the land of sleep.

A country’s greatness lies in its undying ideals of love and sacrifice that inspire the mothers of the race.

We want deeper sincerity of motive, eater courage in speech and earnestness in action.

It is our duty to pay for our liberty with our own blood. The freedom that we shall win through our sacrifice and exertion, we shall be able to preserve with your own strength.