The narrow, thorny path he trod. "Enter into My joy," said God. The sad ascetic shook his head; "I've lost all taste for joy," he said. - Victor Daley

I do not crave the boon Of Immortality;
I do not want the moon, Nor yet the rainbow's key.I do not yearn for wings, Or fins to swim the sea;
I merely want the things That are not good for me.

When I hear a politician Speak of honours and position,
And the time to come when he will sit on high, Then I feel a sovran pity For this species of banditti,
Raising trouble while the golden time goes by.

I learnt the language of the birds, A new St. Francis I would be;
But, when I understood their words — The birds were preaching unto me.