Literature is reflection of us, and also reflection of what we perceive of things of nature and society we are in. Literature is really a comprehensive expression of the horrors and beauties man live with. For life has both quotients side by side and these things wrap up man one after another endlessly. Such vistas and views man perceievs almost everyday coming across vagaries of life almost in every walk of life.
Literature is intoxication
“Those who seek to satisfy the mind of man by hampering it with ceremonies and music and affecting charity and devotion have lost their original nature””
“If water derives lucidity from stillness, how much more the faculties of the mind! The mind of the sage, being in repose, becomes the mirror of the universe, the speculum of all creation.
Literature is a ghost world verbally invoked.
Literature is nature redefined or nature nurtured and groomed and man is taught to imitate it easily.
Literature is something that weaves dreams, and spins ideas and take us on the wings of fancy somewhere we otherwise never could have reached.
“Those who seek to satisfy the mind of man by hampering it with ceremonies and music and affecting charity and devotion have lost their original nature””
“If water derives lucidity from stillness, how much more the faculties of the mind! The mind of the sage, being in repose, becomes the mirror of the universe, the speculum of all creation.