Onehundredthirtysix

Madame, all stories, if continued far enough, end in death, and he is no…


Thirtyfive

Amidst the dust of bookshops, wide dispersed And never purchased there…


Twentynine

It is the tears of the earth that keep her smiles in bloom. TAGORE


Twentyeight

The job of the artist is always to deepen the mystery FRANCIS BACON


Twentysix

Quis custodiet ipsos custodes? JUVENAL  


Twentyfour

ঝড়ে   যায় উড়ে যায় গো   আমার   মুখের আঁচলখানি। ঢাকা   থাকে না হায়…


Twentyone

How doth the little crocodile Improve his shining tail And pour the…


Nineteen

The Moving Finger writes; and, having writ, Moves on: nor all thy Piety…