In Art, man reveals himself and not his objects. – 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
In Art, man reveals himself and not his objects. – 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
I am restless. I am athirst for faraway things. My soul goes out in a longing to touch the skirt of the dim distance. O Great Beyond, O the keen call of thy flute! I forget, I ever forget, that I have no wings to fly, that I am bound in this spot evermore. – Rabindranath Tagore
Death is not extinguishing the light it is only putting out the lamp because the dawn has come. – Rabindranath Tagore