Maxioms by Rabindranath Tagore
In a mind all logic is like a knife blade. It makes the hand bleed that uses it.
In a mind all logic is like a knife blade. It makes the hand bleed that uses it.
The tragedy of human life consists in our vain attempts to stretch the limits of things which can never become read more
The tragedy of human life consists in our vain attempts to stretch the limits of things which can never become unlimited, to reach the infinite by absurdly adding to the rungs of the ladder of the finite.
By plucking her petals, you do not gather the beauty of the flower.
By plucking her petals, you do not gather the beauty of the flower.
Love's gift cannot be given, it waits to be accepted.
Love's gift cannot be given, it waits to be accepted.
There is a point where in the mystery of existence contradictions meet; where movement is not all movement and stillness read more
There is a point where in the mystery of existence contradictions meet; where movement is not all movement and stillness is not all stillness; where the idea and the form, the within and the without, are united; where infinite becomes finite, yet not
