More congenial to me than dictatorsAre rickshaw-runners. If they break my neckIt will be by accident, Not as a matter of state policy.
Do not be too sure, young fellows, That you are better than your ancestors.
This I have known, and these have come againWith echoing happiness in heart and brain; Time standing still, surrendering to meBeauty that otherwise would cease to be.
Kindness is goodness hidden in the heartMore often than declared in speech.
Kindness is in a prison till it findsRelease in words or deeds.
I eat you, life; you make me living eat.
In a cool solitude of treesWhere leaves and birds a music spin, Mind that was weary is at ease, New rhythms in the soul begin.