tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-307917292011-11-28T06:28:54.192+05:30This is the Blog that is dedicated to this man who valiantly served the Indian Government as the Sub-inspector of PoliceSamManiJacobhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01343564363107916602noreply@blogger.comBlogger131100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30791729.post-1155210929497073252006-08-10T17:15:00.000+05:302006-08-10T17:25:29.510+05:30

I KNOW THW THINGS OF ALL MEN'S HEARTS, AND DISCERN MANHOOD OR THEIR BASENESS. And from the souls of clay I turn away; and they are blest but not by me. They fatten at ease like sheep in a pasture, and eat what they do not sow, like Oxen in the stall. They grow and spread like the ground, along the ground, but, like the gourd they give no shade to the traveller; and when they are ripe

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The superior man understands what is right; the inferior man understands what will sell. The superior man loves his soul, the inferior man loves his property. The superior man always remembers how he was punished for his mistakes; the inferior man always remembers what presents he got. The superior man is liberal towards other's opinions,but is not liberal towards them. The superior man is firm

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There lived a man,Who was living for his wife and children,Who was struggling for his home and pan,But in his lovely dream of life was caused an experience sudden"Slowly the relatives got rid of the being,And ignored him as a cheap thing,Do you think he was dependant,No, he was, he is and will be independant.All gathered around him when in his better days,As the bee gather round the honey,But

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Political formulas cannot fashion a better world; at best, they can offer half solutions, at worst, -create further unrest. Socialism and communism make for economic stability of a degree, wipe out the evils of capitalism, but they also destroy a valuable institution: the private enterprise system. And with it is killed man's individuality. This identity must be retained if the human race is

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My life is like the autumn leafThat trembles in the moon's pale ray;Its hold is frail-its date is brief,Restless,-and soon to pass away.

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sir, Hats off to you for your bold and outspoken article entitled, "Congress worse than the British" in your isue of April 21. It is the sincere expression of the inner feelings of the common man and the strident voice of the dumb millions who dare not speak. It is at once a challenge to incompetance and a scathing condemnation of the "New desotusan". Roussean exclaimed, "Man was born free

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Man has a rare and precious possesion: his individuality. He is not a man but the man, for he is like no other: he is himself. It is this endowment that determination his freedom of spirit of freedom of spirit which, in turn, shapes his spirit of freedom, and while this word-play might appear to be a concundrum, reflection proves it to be otherwise: man must first have liberty of thought before

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This little life is all we must endure, The grave’s more holy peak is ever such, We fall asleep and never wake again; Nothing is of us but the mouldering flesh Whose elements dissolve and merge afresh In earth, air, water, plants, and other men

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All nature is but art unknown to thee; All chance, direction, which thou can’t not see; All dicord, harmony not understood; All partial evil, universal good; And spite of pride in erring reason’s spite, The truth is clear whatever is, is right.

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Ah! Here eyes and she Have taught thee new astrology. Howe’er Love’s native hours will set, Whatever starry synod met, ‘Tis in the mercy of her eye, If poor love shall live or die.’

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Take time to work-It is the price of success. Take time to think-It is the source of power. Take time to play-It is the secret of perennial youth. Take time to read-It is the foundation of wisdom. Take time to worship-It is the highway of reverence. Take time to be friendly-It is the road to happiness. Take time to dream-It is hitching your wagon to a star. Take time to love and be

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Great things are done when men and mountains meet, This is not done by jostling in the strait. Today is here the same as yesterday and tomorrow will be the same as today; And so has been, and it will be, for thousand of years-G.P.R.Swami. Set me as a seal upon thine heart, As a seal upon thine arm: for Love Is strong as death, jealousy is Cruel as the grave, the coals there- Of coals

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This is my first blog in this beautifully designed blogger .I just read through what blogging is for and in my blog you can lok out for my interesting materials that was found during the trash removal in my native home.There some wonderful written poems and story that is written by my grand father and there some extracts that he took out from the early magazines that have come out in India.

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