The soil in return for her service keeps the tree tied to her, the sky asks nothing and leaves it free.
Rabindranath TagoreThe cure for all the illness of life is stored in the inner depth of life itself, the access to which becomes possible when we are alone. This solitude is a world in itself, full of wonders and resources unthought of. It is absurdly near; yet so unapproachably distant.
Rabindranath Tagore