“Humble because of knowledge; mighty by sacrifice.”

All we have of freedom All we use or know This our fathers bought for us Long and long ago

If you can keep your head when all about you Are losing theirs and blaming it on you, If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you, But make allowance for their doubting too;!

This is a brief life, but in its brevity it offers us some splendid moments, some meaningful adventures.

A woman’s guess is much more accurate than a man’s certainty.

Take everything you like seriously, except yourselves.

Politicians. Little Tiny Gods on Wheels.

All sensible men are of the same religion, but no sensible man ever tells.

Words are, of course, the most powerful drug used by mankind.

If you give someone more than they can do, they will do it. If you give them only what they can do, they will do nothing.

I am by nature a dealer in words, and words are the most powerful drug known to humanity.

Tis beauty, so to speak, nor good talk necessarily. It’s just IT. Some women will stay in a man’s memory if they once walked down a street.

Now India is a place beyond all others where one must not take things too seriously—the midday sun always excepted.

If history were taught in the form of stories, it would never be forgotten.

We are the opening verse of the opening page of the chapter of endless possibilities.

Oh East is East and West is West and never the twain shall meet.

No printed word, nor spoken plea can teach young minds what they should be. Not all the books on all the shelves – but what the teachers are themselves.

My aim then was to whip the rebels, to humble their pride, to follow them to their inmost recesses, and make them fear and dread us.

My aim, then, was to whip the rebels, to humble their pride, to follow them to their inmost recesses, and make them fear and dread us.

I was a bright boy and I ought to make something out of myself… something else that would be a cut or two above my humble origins.

My mother had very humble beginnings – to put it mildly. Her dad built their home out of timber that he cut down on their land. No heat, no air-conditioning – ‘no foolishness,’ as he would call it.

We’ll go where the air is pure, where all sounds are soothing, where, no matter how proud one may be, one feels humble and finds oneself small- in short, we’ll go to the sea. I love the sea as one loves a mistress and I long for her when I haven’t seen her for some time

I hate when I hear bad things about him, because anyone who knows him would agree that he’s a good guy and really humble.

One may be humble out of pride.

I set forth a humble and inglorious life; that does not matter. You can tie up all moral philosophy with a common and private life just as well as with a life of richer stuff. Each man bears the entire form of man’s estate.