The cure for all the illness of life is stored in the inner depth of life itself, the access to which becomes possible when we are alone. This solitude is a world in itself, full of wonders and resources unthought of. It is absurdly near; yet so unapproachably distant.
Rabindranath Tagore (1994). “The English Writings of Rabindranath Tagore: A miscellany”, p.242, Sahitya Akademi
