“We must link Azamgarh to art and culture and not with terrorism and crime.”

All the credit of development in India goes to PM Modi.

Mother Teresa was part of a conspiracy to convert Hindus to Christianity.

I will face the challenges of U.P. We will make U.P. an ideal state. People of the state and the Government of India are fully cooperating with me. U.P. will be an example for India.

In a democracy, everyone has a right to put forward one’s views. But people resorting to violent demonstrations in the name of Dalits are bound to be exposed.

Officers are not fruit. I can’t pick them off a tree.

Democracy or politics done without values and ideals is dangerous for the country.

I think there is no difference between the language of Shah Rukh Khan and Hafiz Saeed.

We have demolished the biggest hindrance to the development of Uttar Pradesh – the menace of casteism and dynastic politics. The epicentre of development is now villages, poor, farmers, youth, women, traders, and, in fact, every section of the society.

Our education system must promote nationalism but should be modern and relevant to contemporary needs.

We want to channelize the youth so that the state benefits from them and help Uttar Pradesh become a developed state.

Public sentiment should be respected.

I am not a full-time politician but a ‘sanyasi’ who took the path of politics to serve the masses.

The country will never vote in favour of those who do not acknowledge Lord Ram and Lord Krishna.

The bureaucracy always goes with the way politicians go.

Akhilesh Yadav played a clever game by joining hands with BSP so that he can save his skin and use Dalit votes to win a few seats.

In the 55-60 years of their rule, the successive Congress government have only looted the country and plunged it into poverty, casteism, regionalism, terrorism, and naxalism.

I stand with Charlie Hebdo, as we all must, to defend the art of satire.

We took away your art because we thought it would reveal your souls. Or to put it more finely, we did it to prove you had souls at all.

Charm is the great English blight. It does not exist outside these damp islands. It spots and kills anything it touches. It kills love; it kills art; I greatly fear, my dear Charles, it has killed you.

Sunlight is painting.

Giving comfort under affliction requires that penetration into the human mind, joined to that experience which knows how to soothe, how to reason, and how to ridicule; taking the utmost care never to apply those arts improperly.

History repeats itself, but the special call of an art which has passed away is never reproduced. It is as utterly gone out of the world as the song of a destroyed wild bird.

In the waking dreams our societies permit, in our myths, our arts, our songs, we celebrate the nonbelongers, the different ones, the outlaws, the freaks.

It is my belief no man ever understands quite his own artful dodges to escape from the grim shadow of self knowledge.