The butterfly counts not months but moments, and has time enough.
Quotations
Rabindranath Tagore
From the solemn gloom of the temple children run out to sit in the dust. God watches them play and forgets the priest.
He it is, the innermost one, who awakens my being with his deep hidden touches. He it is who puts his enchantment upon these eyes and joyfully plays on the chords of my heart in varied cadence of pleasure and pain.
