I have spent many days stringing and unstringing my instrument while the song I came to sing remains unsung. - Rabindranath Tagore

Emancipation from the bondage of the soil is no freedom for the tree.

Ask me no questions, and I will tell you no lies.

I thought that my voyage had come to its end at the last limit of my power, that the path before me was closed, that provisions were exhausted, and the time come to take shelter in a silent obscurity, but I find that thy will knows no end in me, and when old words die out on the tongue, new melodies break forth from the heart, and where the old tracks are lost, new country is revealed with its wonders.