Days are coloured bubbles that float upon the surface of fathomless night.
A mind all logic is like a knife all blade. It makes the hand bleed that uses it.
Bigotry tries to keep truth safe in its hand with a grip that kills it.
Do not say, 'It is morning,' and dismiss it with a name of yesterday. See it for the first time as a newborn child that has no name.
Faith is the bird that feels the light when the dawn is still dark.
I have become my own version of an optimist. If I can't make it through one door, I'll go through another door - or I'll make a door. Something terrific will come no matter how dark the present.
Rabindranath Tagore. 7 May 1861 – 7 August 1941
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