Those who still believe the Brahmins should take a serious note of the changing times and start leading an awakened life.

There is no god, there is no god, there is no god at all. He who invented god is a fool. He who propagates god is a scoundrel. He who worships god is a barbarian.

You cannot expect any rational thought from a religious man. He is like a rocking log in water.

Wisdom lies in thinking. The spear-head of thinking is rationalism.

Foreigners are sending messages to the planets. We are sending rice and cereals to our dead fore-father through the Brahmins. It is a wise deed?

Any opposition not based on rationalism or science or experience will one day or other, reveal the fraud, selfishness, lies and conspiracies.

The word 'Sudra' which means 'Son of prostitute' should not find a place even in the history hereafter. We will not allow it to find a place in the dictionary or encycl

There is no use of simply acquiring titles or amassing wealth if one has no self-respect and scientific knowledge.

By helping the poor, we must be able to remove their poverty. But extending help to one here and one there in the form of providing food will not remove poverty.

There's no god. He who created god was a fool; he who spreads his name is a scoundrel and he who worships him is a barbarian.

As long as we give room for domination and the dominators, there will be worries and worried people. Poverty and pestilence will live eternally in the country.

All but one of Zoe Pendergraft's friends were dead.

Yes, King Eirik, I can't do this alone. I'm not a knight or even a fighter for that matter. I'm just a normal boy, who is looking for his Grandfather.

The deeper your thoughts, the clearer your dreams. The clearer your dreams, the higher you fly. Decide to fly!

The weaker the country, the stronger the smile.

Give me the Love that leads the way The Faith that nothing can dismay The Hope no disappointments tire The Passion that'll burn like fire Let me not sink to be a clod Make me Thy fuel, Flame of God

The trouble began with Forster. After him it was considered ungentlemanly to write more than five or six novels.

Ah, Miss Harriet, it would do us no harm to remember oftener than we do, that vices are sometimes only virtues carried to excess!

The well of nature is full today. Time to go outside and take a drink.

... uncritical love is the only real treasure.

Love is more than a noun-it is a verb; it is more than a feeling-it is caring, sharing, helping, sacrificing.