Times change, years speed by, but Christmas continues sacred. It is through giving, rather than getting, that the spirit of Christ enters our lives. God still speaks. He prompts. He guides. He blesses. He gives.
He who lives with his senses well controlled, moderate in his food and drink, he will not be overthrown, any more than the wind throws down a rocky mountain.
When grown-up persons indulge in practical jokes, the fact gauges them. They have lived narrow, obscure, and ignorant lives, and at full manhood they still retain and cherish a job lot of left-over standards and ideals that would have been discarded with their boyhood if they had then moved out into the world and a broader life.
In the way our Fathers originally left the slavery question, the institution was in the course of ultimate extinction, and the public mind rested in the belief that it was in the course of ultimate extinction . . . . All I have asked or desired anywhere, is that it should be placed back again upon the basis that the Fathers of our government originally placed it upon.
Mera har lamha chura liya aapne...
Aankho ko ek chaand dikha diya aapne...
Hamein zindagi di kisi aur ne...
Par pyaar itna dekar jeena sikha diya aapne...
Mere hoton ki hansi par mat jana
meere dil me toh aaj bhi udaasi k diye jale hai
jankega koi andar toh tukro me milunga
yeh hansta hua cehra toh zamane k liye haiiii..