Man goes into the noisy crowd <br />to drown his own clamour of silence. <br /> <br />Man is immortal; therefore he must die endlessly. <br />For life is a creative idea; <br />it can only find itself in changing forms. <br /> <br />Man's abiding happiness is not in getting anything <br />but in giving himself up to what is greater than himself, <br />to ideas which are larger than his individual life, <br />the idea of his country, <br />of humanity, <br />of God.<br /><br />Rabindranath Tagore<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/poems-on-man/
