This little flute of a reed thou hast carried over hills and dales, and hast breathed through it melodies eternally new.

The small wisdom is like water in a glass: clear, transparent, pure. The great wisdom is like the water in the sea: dark, mysterious, impenetrable.

My fancies are fireflies Specks of living light twinkling in the dark.

By unrighteousness man prospers, gains what appears desirable, conquer enemies, but perishes a the root.

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.

Someone spilled the ink on the canvas. Now boasts: "I painted the night".

Life's fulfillment finds constant obstacles in its path; but those are necessary for the sake of its advance. The stream is saved from the sluggishness of its current by the perpetual opposition of the soil through which it must cut its way. The spirit of fight belongs to the genius of life.