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 TagoreTime is a wealth of change, but the clock in its parody makes it mere change and no wealth.
Rabindranath TagoreThe birth and death of leaves is part of that greater cycle that moves among the stars.
Rabindranath Tagore