“Traveller, have you lost your way?”

I bow to thee, Mother! Rich with thy swift-flowing streams, bright with thy orchard blossoms, cool with thy balmy winds, dark with the harvests of…

Bengal has no history of her own; that history must be written by Bengalis themselves.

Every problem has a gift for you in its hands.

We can only be said to be alive in those moments when our hearts are conscious of our treasures.

If you have made mistakes, there is always another chance for you. You may have a fresh start any moment you choose.

A garden is always a series of losses set against a few triumphs, like life itself.