The Taj Mahal rises above the banks of the river like a solitary tear suspended on the cheek of time.

The greed of gain has no time or limit to its capaciousness. Its one object is to produce and consume. It has pity neither for beautiful nature nor for living human beings. It is ruthlessly ready without a moment's hesitation to crush beauty and life

Don't limit a child to your own learning, for he was born in another time.

Don't limit a child to your own learning, for he was born in another time.

Do not say, 'It is morning,' and dismiss it with a name of yesterday. See it for the first time as a newborn child that has no name.

The butterfly counts not months but moments, and has time enough.