Rabindranath Tagore

On each race is laid the duty to keep alight its own lamp of mind as its part in the illumination of the world. To break the lamp of any people into deprive it of its rightful place in the world festival.

I've travelled all around the world to see the rivers and the mountains, and I've spent a lot of money. I have gone to great lengths, I have seen everything, but I forgot to see just outside my house a dewdrop on a little blade of grass, a dewdrop which reflects in its convexity the whole universe around you.

You are invited to the festival of this world and your life is blessed.

The main object of teaching is not to give explanations, but to knock at the doors of the mind.

For the current of our spiritual life creeds, rituals and channels that may thwart or help, according to their fixity or openness. When a symbol or spiritual idea becomes rigidly elaborate in its construction, it supplants the idea which it should support.

The significance which is in unity is an eternal wonder.

Music is the purest form of art... therefore true poets...seek to express the universe in terms of music. The singer has everything within him. The notes come out from his very life. They are not materials gathered from outside.

The more one lives alone on the river or in the open country, the clearer it becomes that nothing is more beautiful or great than to perform the ordinary duties of one's daily life simply and naturally.

From the grasses in the field to the stars in the sky, each one is doing just that; and there is such profound peace and surpassing beauty in nature because none of these tries forcibly to transgress its limitations.

What you are you do not see, what you see is your shadow.

And because I love this life_x000D_ _x000D_ I know I shall love death as well_x000D_ _x000D_ The child cries out when_x000D_ _x000D_ From the right breast the mother_x000D_ _x000D_ Takes it away, in the very next moment_x000D_ _x000D_ To find in the left one_x000D_ _x000D_ Its consolation.

Who are you, reader, reading my poems an hundred years hence? I cannot send you one single flower from this wealth of the spring, one single streak of gold from yonder clouds. Open your doors and look abroad. From your blossoming garden gather fragrant memories of the vanished flowers of an hundred years before. In the joy of your heart may you feel the living joy that sang one spring morning, sending its glad voice across a hundred years.

Let me not beg for the stilling of my pain but for the heart to conquer it.

The truth comes as conqueror only because we have lost the art of receiving it as guest.

The artist is the lover of nature; therefore he is her slave and her master.

Compliments win friends, honesty loses them.

He who wants to do good knocks at the gate: he who loves finds the door open.

You can't cross a sea by merely staring into the water.

One who has never known the turbulence of life, in whom the petals of the mysterious flower within have never opened; such a one may seem happy, may seem a saint, his single track mind may impress the multitude with its power - but he is ill equipped for life's true adventure into the infinite.

The greatest distance in this World is not that between living and death, it is when I am just before you, and you don't know that I Love You.

Blessed is he whose fame does not outshine his truth.