Shah Alamgir, that high and mighty king, Pride and renown of Gurgan Timur’s line,In whom Islam attained a loftier fameAnd wider honour graced the Prophet’s Law,He the last arrow to our quiver leftIn the affray of Faith with Unbelief ;When that the impious seed of heresy,By Akbar nourished, sprang and sprouted fresh In Dara’s soul, the candle of the heart Was dimmed in every breast, no more secureAgainst corruption our CommunityContinued ; then God chose from IndiaThat humble-minded warrior, Alamgir,Religion to revive, faith to renew.The lightning of his sword set all ablazeThe harvest of impiety ; faith’s torchOnce more its radiance o’er our counsels shed.

Heart – “It is absolutely certain that God does exist.”Head – “But, my dear boy! Existence is one of my categories, and you have no right to use it.”Heart – “So much the better, my Aristotle!”

Every land which belongs to God is our land.

Nations are born in the hearts of poets; they prosper and die in the hands of politicians.

Human intellect is natures attempt at self criticism.

Democracy is a system where people are counted but not weighed.

My forefathers were Brahmins. They spent their lives in search of God. I am spending my life in search of Man.

The tyranny of imperialism struts abroad, covering its face under the masks of Democracy, Nationalism, Communism, Fascism and heaven knows what else besides. Under these masks, in every corner of the earth, the spirit of freedom and the dignity of man are being trampled underfoot in a way to which not even the darkest period of human history presents a parallel. The so-called statesmen to whom government and leadership of men was entrusted have proved demons of bloodshed, tyranny and oppression. ... After subjugating and establishing their dominion over weaker peoples, they have robbed them of their possessions, of their religions, their morals, of their cultural traditions and their literatures.

Muslims are we, the country is ours, China and Arabia is ours, India is ours. Under the shadow of swords we have grown up. The crescent scabbard is our national emblem.

I have already indicated to you the meaning of the word religion, as applied to Islam. The truth is that Islam is not a Church. It is a State conceived as a contractual organism long before Rousseau ever thought of such a thing, and animated by an ethical ideal which regards man not as an earth-rooted creature, defined by this or that portion of the earth, but as a spiritual being understood in terms of a social mechanism, and possessing rights and duties as a living factor in that mechanism.