Want of love is a degree of callousness; for love is the perfection of consciousness. We do not love because we do not comprehend, or rather we do no… - Rabindranath Tagore

সহজকে সহজ রাখতে হলে শক্ত হতে হয়। ছন্দকে সহজ করতে চাও তো যতিকে ঠিক জায়গায় কষে আঁটতে হবে। লোভ বেশি, তাই জীবনের কাব্যে কোথাও যতি দিতে মন সরে না, ছন্দ ভেঙে গিয়ে জীবনটা হয় গীতহীন বন্ধন।

Only in love are unity and duality not in conflict.

Compulsion is not indeed the final appeal to man, but joy is. And joy is everywhere; it is in the earth's green covering of grass; in the blue serenity of the sky; in the reckless exuberance of spring; in the severe abstinence of grey winter; in the living flesh that animates our bodily frame; in the perfect poise of the human figure, noble and upright; in living; in the exercise of all our powers; in the acquisition of knowledge; in fighting evils; in dying for gains we never can share. Joy is there everywhere; it is superfluous, unnecessary; nay, it very often contradicts the most peremptory behests of necessity. It exists to show that the bonds of law can only be explained by love; they are like body and soul. Joy is the realisation of the truth of oneness, the oneness of our soul with the world and of the world-soul with the supreme lover.