Let the splendor of diamond, pearl and ruby vanish? Only let this one teardrop, this Taj Mahal, glisten spotlessly bright on the cheek of time, forever and ever.

In the drowsy dark cave of the mind dreams build their nest with fragments dropped from day's caravan.

Asks the Possible of the Impossible, "Where is your dwelling-place?" "In the dreams of the Impotent," comes the answer.

Life itself is a strange mixture. We have to take it as it is, try to understand it, and then to better it.

Days are coloured bubbles that float upon the surface of fathomless nights.

I am willing to serve my country, but my worship I reserve for Right which is far greater than my country. To worship my country as a god is to bring a curse upon it.

Those who in this world have the courage to try and solve in their own lives new problems of life, are the ones who raise society to greatness.