Let your life lightly dance on the edges of Time like dew on the tip of a leaf.
Rabindranath Tagore (1861 - 1941)
Contributed by: Zaady
A mind all logic is like a knife all blade. It makes the hand bleed that uses it.
Men are cruel, but Man is kind.
Death is not extinguishing the light; it is only putting out the lamp because the Dawn has come.
For every child that is born, it brings with it the hope that God is not yet disappointed with man.
The mountain remains unmoved at seeming defeat by the mist.
What is Art? It is the response of man's creative soul to the call of the Real.
For man is by nature an artist.
The butterfly counts not months but moments, and has time enough.
Man goes into the noisy crowd to drown his own clamor of silence.
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