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.

Rabindranath Tagore

Memory, the priestess, kills the present and offers its heart to the shrine of the dead past.

Memory, the priestess, kills the present and offers its heart to the shrine of the dead past.

My eyes have seen much, but they are not weary. My ears have heard much, but they thirst for more.

My eyes have seen much, but they are not weary. My ears have heard much, but they thirst for more.

The greed for fruit misses the flower.

The greed for fruit misses the flower.

It is in the very heart of our activity that we search for our goal.

It is in the very heart of our activity that we search for our goal.

Gray hairs are signs of wisdom if you hold your tongue, speak and they are but hairs, as in the young.

Gray hairs are signs of wisdom if you hold your tongue, speak and they are but hairs, as in the young.

A butterfly flitting from flower to flower ever remains mine, I lose the one that is netted by me.

A butterfly flitting from flower to flower ever remains mine, I lose the one that is netted by me.

If you shed tears when you miss the sun, you also miss the stars.

If you shed tears when you miss the sun, you also miss the stars.

God finds himself by creating.

God finds himself by creating.

We come nearest to the great when we are great in humility.

We come nearest to the great when we are great in humility.

We live in the world when we love it.

We live in the world when we love it.

Who are you, a hundred years from today, reading my poetry with curiosity?

Who are you, a hundred years from today, reading my poetry with curiosity?

Leave out my name from the gift if it be a burden, but keep my song.

Leave out my name from the gift if it be a burden, but keep my song.

The world has kissed my Soul with its pain, asking for its return in Songs.

The world has kissed my Soul with its pain, asking for its return in Songs.

The mountain remains unmoved at its seeming defeat by the mist.

The mountain remains unmoved at its seeming defeat by the mist.

When our universe is in harmony with man, the eternal, we know it as truth, we feel it as beauty.

When our universe is in harmony with man, the eternal, we know it as truth, we feel it as beauty.

Unless you have found God in your own soul, the whole world will seem meaningless to you.

Unless you have found God in your own soul, the whole world will seem meaningless to you.

Men are cruel, but Man is kind.

Men are cruel, but Man is kind.

Not hammer-strokes, but dance of the water, sings the pebbles into perfection.

Not hammer-strokes, but dance of the water, sings the pebbles into perfection.