A sacrifice is always given of a goat ... not of a tiger

First you request sinners and make them understand ... if they still don't agree then for the good for everyone ... pick up the sword

When a Sikh catches his enemy ... then his bones start to tremble

There is a lot of sadness in this world ... but the hands that share that are very few

Even a common man has a ghost inside him ... don't let it come out ... if it comes out then there will be chaos

Wherever the story of love said ... the lines of pain tear apart the body

The world is not evil because evil people have the power ... the world is evil because good people don't make right use of their powers collectively

Those who bow down are alive ... only dead people are adamant

When the time comes to cut your hand ... then you won't even get the chance to raise your hand

When this hand falls on someone in the Indian style ... then that person flies like a ball not only behind the boundary ... but also out of the stadium

There is Gandhi in me, there is Patel in me ... and there is a little bit of Bhagat Singh also in me

It is very dark, the Sun must come out ... no matter which way, but the weather must change

You won't get big with small talks ... and only when you come out of the small streets, you'll reach the open road

I am Bhudev ... the God of death!

Today you have made your caretaker drink alcohol ... now watch how fire comes out of him

Even if you look towards the happiness of my sister ... then the fact that you had a head on your shoulders ... you won't even know that

Whoever has the tallest stick ... their flag stays higher

I will make you weep so many tears of blood ... that your life will end ... but not your tears