Among all the languages we know, we do not see anywhere, any as sweet as Tamil. - Subramanya Bharathi

Unbearable becomes the pain in my heart — When I think of my people, broken down, broken by disease in mind and limb.<p> On the edge of life they always linger; For countless are the diseases Of Ignorance and Hunger.<p> And on treacherous paths to Slavery like children blind, they would walk behind
strangers from over the sea. <p> O, divine Land, blessed by the gods! O, ancient Mother of Culture and Art! Thy children today are spineless hordes.

He who writes poetry is not a poet. He whose poetry has become his life, and who has made his life his poetry — it is he who is a poet.

ஜாதி மதங்களைப் பாரோம் - உயர் ஜன்மம்இத் தேசத்தில் எய்தின ராயின் வேதிய ராயினும் ஒன்றே - அன்றி வேறு குலத்தின ராயினும் ஒன்றே