“I have spent my days stringing and unstringing my instrument while the song I cam to sing remains unsung.Rabindranath Tagore”

“I have spent many days stringing and unstringing my instrument while the song I came to sing remains unsung.”

“The song I came to sing remains unsung to this day. I have spent my days in stringing and in unstringing my instrument. The time has not come true, the words have not been rightly set; only there is the agony of wishing in my heart . . .”

“I sing, not to hear the echo repeat, a shade fainter, my song! I think of light and not of glory! Singing is my fashion of waging war and bearing witness. And if my song is the proudest of songs, it is that I sing clearly to make the day rise clear!”

“Glory remains unaware of my neglected dwelling where alone I sing my tearful song which has charms only for me.”

“My advice for life: dance and sing your song while the party is still on.”