From the solemn gloom of the temple children run out to sit in the dust, God watches them play and forgets the priest. – Rabindranath Tagore
The butterfly counts not months but moments, and has time enough. – Rabindranath Tagore
From the solemn gloom of the temple children run out to sit in the dust, God watches them play and forgets the priest. – Rabindranath Tagore
The butterfly counts not months but moments, and has time enough. – Rabindranath Tagore
Love is an endless mystery, for it has nothing else to explain it. – Rabindranath Tagore
We come nearest to the great when we are great in humility. – Rabindranath Tagore
In many areas of understanding, none so much as in our understanding of God, we bump up against a simplicity so profound that we must assign complexities to it to comprehend it at all. It is mindful of how we paste decals to a sliding glass door to keep from bumping our nose against it. – Robert Brault, rbrault.blogspot.com