Maxioms by Rabindranath Tagore
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.
When I stand before thee at the day's end, thou shalt see my scars and know that I had my read more
When I stand before thee at the day's end, thou shalt see my scars and know that I had my wounds and also my healing.
The question why there is evil in existence is the same as why there is imperfection... But this is the read more
The question why there is evil in existence is the same as why there is imperfection... But this is the real question we ought to ask: Is this imperfection the final truth, is evil absolute and ultimate?
Age considers; youth ventures.
Age considers; youth ventures.
The butterfly counts not months but moments, and has time enough.
The butterfly counts not months but moments, and has time enough.
