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.

‎This I know... That often when I sang, and drummed, and danced, I found my eternity.

Work, especially good work, becomes easy only when desire has learnt to discipline itself.

to tyrannize for the country is to tyrannize over the country

If I call not thee in my prayers, if I keep not thee in my heart, thy love for me still waits for my love.

Patriotism cannot be our final spiritual shelter; my refuge is humanity. I will not buy glass for the price of diamonds, and I will never allow patriotism to triumph over humanity as long as I live.

Bees sip honey from flowers and hum their thanks when they leave. The gaudy butterfly is sure that the flowers owe thanks to him.