“We are two flowers upon a single stalk — the Hindu and the Muslim.”

I sing the song of equality, where all barriers and differences have melted into one.

Break open the iron gates of that prison; smash the blood-stained altar of stone.

Say, O hero! Say — my head is held high!

Look back over the past, with its changing empires that rose and fell, and you can foresee the future, too.

Wit lies in recognizing the resemblance among things which differ and the difference between things which are alike.

Never idealize others. They will never live up to your expectations.

Men are disturbed not by things, but by the view which they take of them.