Vision without power does bring moral elevation but cannot give a lasting culture.

It is the mysterious touch of the ideal that animates and sustains the real, and through it alone we can discover and affirm the ideal.

Islam is itself destiny and will not suffer destiny.

Why hast thou made me born in this country, The inhabitant of which is satisfied with being a slave?

My ancestors were Brahmins. They spent their lives in search of god. I am spending my life in search of man.

Since love first made the breast an instrument Of fierce lamenting, by its flame my heart Was molten to a mirror, like a rose I pluck my breast apart, that I may hang This mirror in your sight.

I have seen the movement of the sinews of the sky, And the blood coursing in the veins of the moon.