These paper boats of mine are meant to dance on the ripples of hours, and not reach any destination.
Praise shames me, for I secretly beg for it.
God respects me when I work, but He loves me when I sing.
I have spent my days stringing and unstringing my instrument while the song I came to sing remains unsung.
I leave no trace of wings in the air, but I am glad I have had my flight.
We read the world wrong and say that it deceives us.
Whatever we treasure for ourselves separates us from others; our possessions are our limitations.
- Rabindranath Tagore
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