The song I came to sing remains unsung to this day. I have spent my days in stringing and in unstringing my instrument. The time has not come true, the words have not been rightly set; only there is the agony of wishing in my heart . . .
Rabindranath TagoreLife's errors cry for the merciful beauty that can modulate their isolation into a harmony with the whole.
Rabindranath TagoreToday I feel that I shall win through. I have come to the gateway of the simple; I am now content to see things as they are. I have gained freedom myself; I shall allow freedom to others. In my work will be my salvation.
Rabindranath TagoreYou smiled and talked to me of nothing and I felt that for this I had been waiting long.
Rabindranath Tagore