The weak can be terrible because they try furiously to appear strong.

The thing which seems so glorious when viewed from the heights of the country's cause looks so muddy when seen from the bottom. One begins by getting angry and then feels disgusted.

when you came you cried and everybody smiled with joy; when you go smile and let the world cry for you.

Poems On Time The butterfly counts not months but moments, and has time enough. Time is a wealth of change, but the clock in its parody makes it mere change and no wealth. Let your life lightly dance on the edges of Time like dew on the tip of a leaf.

The mountain remains unmoved at its seeming defeat by the mist.

Drunk with the joy of singing I forget myself and call thee friend who art my lord.

Spurious fame spreads from tongue to tongue like the fog of the early dawn before the sun rises.