Whatever we understand and enjoy in human products instantly becomes ours, wherever they might have their origin... Let me feel with unalloyed gladness that all the great glories of man are mine.

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.

Truth looks tawdry when she is overdressed.

Life itself is a strange mixture. We have to take it as it is, try to understand it, and then to better it.

In death the many become one; in life the one become many.

Gray hairs are signs of wisdom if you hold your tongue, speak and they are but hairs, as in the young.

The spirit of rejection finds its support in the consciousness of separateness; the spirit of acceptance finds its base in the consciousness of unity.