The meaning of our self is not to be found in its separateness from God and others, but in the ceaseless realisation of yoga, of union; not on the side of the canvas where it is blank, but on the side where the picture is being painted.
Come oh come ye tea-thirsty restless ones -- the kettle boils, bubbles and sings, musically.
RABINDRANATH TAGORE, Collected Poems and Plays of Rabindranath Tagore
When I bring to you coloured toys, my child, I understand why there is such a play of colours on clouds, on water, and why flowers are painted in tints.
RABINDRANATH TAGORE, Gitanjali
Let me not beg for the stilling of my pain, but for the heart to conquer it.
RABINDRANATH TAGORE, Collected Poems and Plays
God respects me when I work, but he loves me when I sing.