He alone may chastise who loves.

We sit inert, like dead specimens of some museum, while lessons are pelted at us from on high, like hailstones on flowers.

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.

Reach high, for stars lie hidden in you. Dream deep, for every dream precedes the goal.

Let me not beg for the stilling of my pain but for the heart to conquer it.

Music fills the infinite between two souls.

It's far better to make people angry than to make them ashamed.