To bend a traitor like you in front of the law ... one doesn't need an uniform and neither this pistol ... only two young hands of my country are enough for that

Every person is an Indian first ... then Muslim or Hindu

If freedom is a crime then I accept any punishment ... now whatever god wants, only that will happen

When I'll fly the airplane then there won't be any noise in it's sound ... instead you will only hear one sound ... Hail to the Motherland!

I can tolerate a tramp and a naughty person ... but not a traitor

One does not change their mother and country

In front of Indian's ... don't talk about burning India

The traffic cop standing on the signal will let you go for 100 bucks ... if your name is Khan then it means that your entire family is a terrorist ... over there a farmer is hanging himself from a fan in his own house ... but still you're saying that our country is great

If we look at our population not as a unit of people but as a unit of smartness ... then there's no bigger power than us in this world

Revolution cannot be brought with pistol and bomb alone ... instead the sword of revolution gets sharpened on the platform of ideas

India won't fear terrorism ... terrorism will fear India

Whether this area is yours, your fathers, or your grandfathers ... this country is mine

When Neetu Singh leaves on any mission she takes a shroud with her ... which she puts it on the enemy ... or else she puts it on herself and becomes a martyr for the country

I want that every man of India should live like a tiger ... or else die itself when he is born

One who dies for the country, never dies

The amount of hatred this country has for Kasab ... we have the same amount of respect for Abdul Kalam

A country doesn't grow by the boundaries it defines on a map ... a country grows with different colours, languages, religions and caste

To end the terror in the city I'll deploy such a guardian of the law ... who can give his life for the honour of the law ... and who can fight against both the worlds for the reputation of the police uniform

What your reign calls a crime ... in our language we call it revolution

One who fights for the underprivileged is brave ... and also sacrifices himself slain to pieces, but does not give up the hearth