Love of liberty means the guarding of every resource that makes freedom possible - from the sanctity of our families and the wealth of our soil to the genius of our scientists.

Once an individual severs his emotional and physical bondage, he is on the road to freedom, happiness and peace of mind.

Blood and tears are going to be our lot, whether we like them or not. Our blood and tears will flow; maybe the parched soil of India needs them so that the fine flower of freedom may grow again.

Love does not claim possession, but gives freedom.

The tyrant claims freedom to kill freedom, and yet keep it for himself.

We gain freedom when we have paid the full price.