By touching you may kill, by keeping away you may possess.
It is no easy task to lead men. But it is easy enough to drive them.
The Taj Mahal rises above the banks of the river like a solitary tear suspended on the cheek of time.
Life, like a child, laughs, shaking its rattle of death as it runs.
In the mountain, stillness surges up to explore its own height In the lake, movement stands still to contemplate its own depth.
Time is a wealth of change, but the clock in its parody makes it mere change and no wealth.