Torn clothes can be stitched ... but lost respect never comes back

Bloody you've well applied the shroud of friendship on the dead body of enmity

When the issue comes on the road ... then there is no need to peek inside the house

It seems like there is a hair of a pig in your eyes

There should be a license for the courage of the person firing the gun ... not of the gun itself

I haven't got stitched a pocket ... in which you can keep something else other than money

Khanna is not a sugarcane which anyone can suck on it and drink it's juice

The illness of age applies to the body, not to the heart

She is not hungry and thirsty, her stomach is full ... by eating the air of love and drinking the drink of romance

Don't scare me with death ... I've come here wearing a shroud on my head

No government in this world has made such notes ... which can buy a son from his father

The honour of a woman is more expensive than a diamond necklace

Your Jagatpal uncle has picked up more weight of dead bodies than that of life

Those who have their hand painted with blood ... they don't point fingers at others