The same stream of life that runs through my veins night and day runs through the world and dances in rhythmic measures. It is the same life that shoots in joy through the dust of the earth in numberless blades of grass and breaks into tumultuous waves of leaves and flowers.
Rabindranath TagoreThe flower fades and dies; but he who wears the flower has not to mourn for it for ever.
Rabindranath Tagore