Maxioms by Rabindranath Tagore
This is the ultimate end of man, to find the One which is in him; which is his truth, which read more
This is the ultimate end of man, to find the One which is in him; which is his truth, which is his soul; the key with which he opens the gate of the spiritual life, the heavenly kingdom.
Love is an endless mystery, for it has nothing else to explain it.
Love is an endless mystery, for it has nothing else to explain 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.
Love is not a mere impulse, it must contain truth, which is law.
Love is not a mere impulse, it must contain truth, which is law.
Music is the purest form of art... therefore true poets, they who are seers, seek to express the universe in read more
Music is the purest form of art... therefore true poets, they who are seers, 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.