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I Once Heard A Learned Man Say, "every Evil Has Its Remedy, Except Folly. To Reprimand An Obstinate Fool Or To Preach To A Dolt Is Like Writing Upon The Water. Christ Healed The Blind, The Halt, The Palsied, And The Leprous. But The Fool He Could Not Cure."

-Khalil Gibran

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I Once Heard A

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I Once Heard A Learned Man Say, "every Evil Has Its Remedy, Except Folly. To Reprimand An Obstinate Fool Or To Preach To A Dolt Is Like Writing Upon The Water. Christ Healed The Blind, The Halt, The Palsied, And The Leprous. But The Fool He Could Not Cure."

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We Live Only To Discover Beauty. All Else Is A Form Of Waiting

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The Only Time A Juggler / Appeals To Me / Is When I See Him / Miss The Ball.

Like The Ocean Is Your God-self; It Remains For Ever Undefiled. And Like The Ether It Lifts But The Winged. Even Like The Sun Is Your God-self; It Knows Not The Ways Of The Mole Nor Seeks It The Holes Of The Serpent. But Your God-self Does Not Dwell Alone In Your Being. Much In You Is Still Man, And Much In You Is Not Yet Man, But A Shapeless Pigmy That Walks Asleep In The Mist Searching For Its Own Awakening.

You Cannot Lay Remorse Upon The Innocent Nor Lift It From The Heart Of The Guilty. Unbidden Shall It Call In The Night, That Men May Wake And Gaze Upon Themselves.

He Who Has Not Looked On Sorrow Will Never See Joy.

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Am I A Harp That The Hand Of The Mighty May Touch Me, Or A Flute That His Breath May Pass Through Me? A Seeker Of Silences Am I, And What Treasure Have I Found In Silences That I May Dispense With Confidence?

God Has Bestowed Upon You Intelligence And Knowledge. Do Not Extinguish The Lamp Of Divine Grace And Do Not Let The Candle Of Wisdom Die Out In The Darkness Of Lust And Error. For A Wise Man Approaches With His Torch To Light Up The Path Of Mankind.

I Am Bored With Gabbers And Their Gab; My Soul Abhors Them. . . . Is There Any Place Where There Is No Traffic In Empty Talk? Is There On This Earth One Who Does Not Worship Himself Talking?

Spring Is Beautiful Everywhere, But It Is More Than Beautiful In Lebanon. Spring Is The Spirit Of An Unknown God Speeding Through The World, Which, As It Reaches Lebanon, Pauses, Because Now It Is As At Home With The Souls Of The Prophets And Kings Hovering Over The Land, Chanting With The Brooks Of Judea, The Eternal Psalms Of Solomon, Renewing With The Cedars Of Lebanon Memories Of An Ancient Glory.

Love Is A Magic Ray Emitted From The Burning Core Of The Soul And Illuminating The Surrounding Earth. It Enables Us To Perceive Life As A Beautiful Dream Between One Awakening And Another.

Say Not, 'i Have Found The Truth,' But Rather, 'i Have Found A Truth.' Say Not, ' I Have Found The Path Of The Soul.' Say Rather, 'i Have Met The Soul Walking Upon My Path.' For The Soul Walks Upon All Paths. The Soul Walks Not Upon A Line, Neither Does It Grow Like A Reed. The Soul Unfolds Itself, Like A Lotus Of Countless Petals.

Tenderness And Kindness Are Not Signs Of Weakness And Despair, But Manifestations Of Strength And Resolution.

When God Created Man, He Gave Him Music As A Language Different From All Other Languages. And Early Man Sang His Glory In The Wilderness; And Drew The Hearts Of Kings And Moved Them From Their Thrones.

Seven Times Have I Despised My Soul: The Sixth Time When She Despised The Ugliness Of A Face, And Knew Not That It Was One Of Her Own Masks.

Your Hearts Know In Silence The Secrets Of The Days And The Nights.

Only Those Return To Eternity Who On Earth Seek Out Eternity.

Braving Obstacles And Hardships Is Nobler Than Retreat To Tranquility. The Butterfly That Hovers Around The Lamp Until It Dies Is More Admirable Than The Mole That Lives In A Dark Tunnel.

I Have Pondered Long, And I Know Now That Only The Pure Of Heart Forgive The Thirst That Leads To Dead Waters. And Only The Sure Of Foot Can Give A Hand To Him Who Stumbles.

Marriage Is Like A Golden Ring In A Chain, Whose Beginning Is A Glance And Whose Ending Is Eternity.

We Wanderers, Ever Seeking The Lonelier Way, Begin No Day Where We Have Ended Another, And No Sunrise Finds Us Where Left By Sunset. Even While The Earth Sleeps We Travel. We Are The Seeds Of That Tenacious Plant, And It Is In Our Ripeness And Our Fullness Of Heart That We Are Given To The Wind To Be Scattered.

My Soul Gave Me Good Counsel, Teaching Me Never To Delight In Praise Or To Be Distressed By Reproach. Before My Soul Taught Me, I Doubted The Value Of My Accomplishments Until The Passing Days Sent Someone Who Would Extol Or Disparage Them. But Now I Know That Trees Blossom In The Spring And Give Their Fruits In The Summer Without Any Desire For Accolades. And They Scatter Their Leaves Abroad In The Fall And Denude Themselves In The Winter Without Fear Of Reproof.

Perplexity Is The Beginning Of Knowledge.

A Little Knowledge That Acts Is Worth Infinitely More Than Much Knowledge That Is Idle.

Passionate Love Is A Quenchless Thirst.

My Proof Convinces The Ignorant, And The Wise Man's Proof Convinces Me. But He Whose Reasoning Falls Between Wisdom And Ignorance, I Neither Can Convince Him, Nor Can He Convince Me.

Yet You Shall Not Deplore Having Known Blindness, Nor Regret Having Been Deaf. For In That Day You Shall Know The Hidden Purposes In All Things. And You Shall Bless Darkness As You Would Bless Light.

But Now I Have Learned To Listen To Silence. To Hear Its Choirs Singing The Song Of Ages, Chanting The Hymns Of Space, And Disclosing The Secrets Of Eternity.

Keep Me Away From The Wisdom Which Does Not Cry, The Philosophy Which Does Not Laugh And The Greatness Which Does Not Bow Before Children.

When You Reach The End Of What You Should Know, You Will Be At The Beginning Of What You Should Sense.

Trees Are Poems The Earth Writes Upon The Sky, We Fell Them Down And Turn Them Into Paper, That We May Record Our Emptiness.

And If You Would Know God, Be Not Therefore A Solver Of Riddles. Rather Look About You And You Shall See Him Playing With Your Children. And Look Into Space; You Shall See Him Walking In The Cloud, Outstretching His Arms In The Lightning And Descending In Rain. You Shall See Him Smiling In Flowers, Then Rising And Waving His Hands In Trees.

Yea, Death And Prison We Mete Out To Small Offenders Of The Laws, While Honor, Wealth, And Full Respect On Greater Pirates We Bestow. To Steal A Flower We Call Mean. To Rob A Field Is Chivalry; Who Kills The Body He Must Die, Who Kills The Spirit He Goes Free.

The Tears That You Spill, The Sorrowful, Are Sweeter Than The Laughter Of Snobs And The Guffaws Of Scoffers.

What The Soul Knows Is Often Unknown To The Man Who Has A Soul. We Are Infinitely More Than We Think.

Wisdom Is Not In Words; Wisdom Is Meaning Within Words.

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He Who Defines His Conduct By Ethics Imprisons His Song-bird In A Cage.

Trust In Dreams, For In Them Is Hidden The Gate To Eternity.

If I Could Take Your Troubles I Would Toss Them Into The Sea, But All These Things I'm Finding Are Impossible For Me. I Cannot Build A Mountain Or Catch A Rainbow Fair, But Let Me Be What I Know Best, A Friend That Is Always There.

Your Pain Is The Breaking Of The Shell That Encloses Your Understanding. Even As The Stone Of The Fruit Must Break, That Its Heart May Stand In The Sun, So Must You Know Pain.

The Strong Grows In Solitude Where The Weak Withers Away.

She Danced The Dance Of Flames And Fire, And The Dance Of Swords And Spears; She Danced The Dance Of Stars And The Dance Of Space, And Then She Danced The Dance Of Flowers In The Wind.

Some Of Our Children Are Our Justifications And Some Are But Our Regrets

Your Joy Can Fill You Only As Deeply As Your Sorrow Has Carved You.

When You Are Born, Your Work Is Placed In Your Heart.

For What Is It To Die But To Stand Naked In The Wind And To Melt Into The Sun? And When The Earth Shall Claim Your Limbs, Then Shall You Truly Dance.

Beauty Is Not A Need But An Ecstasy. It Is Not A Mouth Thirsting Nor An Empty Hand Stretched Forth, But Rather A Heart Enflamed And A Soul Enchanted.

There Are Those Who Give And Know Not Pain In Giving, Nor Do They Seek Joy, Nor Give With Mindfulness Of Virtue; They Give As In Yonder Valley The Myrtle Breathes Its Fragrance Into Space.

Your Friend Is Your Field Which You Sow With Love And Reap With Thanksgiving.

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Nor Shall Derision Prove Powerful Against Those Who Listen To Humanity Or Those Who Follow In The Footsteps Of Divinity, For They Shall Live Forever. Forever.

When You Work You Fulfill A Part Of Earth's Furthest Dream, Assigned To You When That Dream Was Born, And What Is It To Work With Love? It Is To Weave The Cloth With Threads Drawn From Your Heart, Even As If Your Beloved Were To Wear That Cloth. It Is To Build A House With Affection, Even As If Your Beloved Were To Dwell In That House. It Is To Sow Seeds With Tenderness And Reap The Harvest With Joy, Even As If Your Beloved Were To Eat The Fruit. It Is To Charge All Things You Fashion With A Breath Of Your Own Spirit. Work Is Love Made Visible

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A Friend Who Is Far Away Is Sometimes Much Nearer Than One Who Is At Hand. Is Not The Mountain Far More Awe-inspiring And More Clearly Visible To One Passing Through The Valley Than To Those Who Inhabit The Mountain?

Your Clothes Conceal Much Of Your Beauty, Yet They Hide Not The Unbeautiful. And Though You Seek In Garments The Freedom Of Privacy, You May Find In Them A Harness And A Chain. Would That You Could Meet The Sun And The Wind With More Of Your Body And Less Of Your Raiment.

One May Not Reach The Dawn Save By Path Of Night.

Rest In Reason. Move In Passion.

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Pain And Foolishness Lead To Great Bliss And Complete Knowledge, For Eternal Wisdom Created Nothing Under The Sun In Vain.

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Yet Has Not Man Wept At The Sounds? And Are Not His Tears Eloquent Understanding?

Between What Is Said And Not Meant, And What Is Meant And Not Said, Most Of Love Is Lost.

Music Is The Language Of The Spirit. It Opens The Secret Of Life Bringing Peace, Abolishing Strife.

You Would Know The Secret Of Death. But How Shall You Find It Unless You Seek It In The Heart Of Life.

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Safeguarding The Rights Of Others Is The Most Noble And Beautiful End Of A Human Being.

The Reality Of The Other Person Is Not In What He Reveals To You, But In What He Cannot Reveal To You. Therefore, If You Would Understand Him, Listen Not To What He Says But Rather To What He Does Not Say.

One Day You Will Ask Me Which Is More Important? My Life Or Yours? I Will Say Mine And You Will Walk Away Not Knowing That You Are My Life.

Make Me, Oh God, The Prey Of The Lion, Ere You Make The Rabbit My Prey

There Are Those Who Give With Joy, And That Joy Is Their Reward.

Famous Inspirational

The Eye Of A Human Being Is A Microscope, Which Makes The World Seem Bigger Than It Really Is.

Humanity Looks Upon Jesus The Nazarene As A Poor-born Who Suffered Misery And Humiliation With All Of The Weak. And He Is Pitied, For Humanity Believes He Was Crucified Painfully. . . . And All That Humanity Offers To Him Is Crying And Wailing And Lamentation. For Centuries Humanity Has Been Worshiping Weakness In The Person Of The Savior. The Nazarene Was Not Weak! He Was Strong And Is Strong! But The People Refuse To Heed The True Meaning Of Strength.

You May Strive To Be Like Them But Seek Not To Make Them Like You. For Life Goes Not Backward Nor Tarries With Yesterday.

Love One Another, But Make Not A Bond Of Love.

Your Pain Is The Breaking Of The Shell That Encloses Your Understanding... And Could You Keep Your Heart In Wonder At The Daily Miracles Of Your Life, Your Pain Would Not Seem Less Wondrous Than Your Joy

Oh Heart, If One Should Say To You That The Soul Perishes Like The Body, Answer That The Flower Withers, But The Seed Remains.

Love Is Quivering Happiness.

I Use Hate As A Weapon To Defend Myself; Had I Been Strong, I Would Never Have Needed That Kind Of Weapon.

And All Knowledge Is Vain Save When There Is Work, And All Work Is Empty Save When There Is Love; And When You Work With Love You Bind Yourself To Yourself, And To One Another, And To God.

An Eye For An Eye, And The Whole World Would Be Blind.

All These Things Shall Love Do Unto You That You May Know The Secrets Of Your Heart, And In That Knowledge Become A Fragment Of Life's Heart.

Advance, And Never Halt, For Advancing Is Perfection. Advance And Do Not Fear The Thorns In The Path, For They Draw Only Corrupt Blood.

For Love Is Sufficient Unto Love.

Weddings And Love

Give Your Hearts, But Not Into Each Other's Keeping, For Only The Hand Of God Can Contain Your Hearts.

Where Can I Find A Man Governed By Reason Instead Of Habits And Urges?

The Snow And The Storm Destroy The Flower; But Its Seed They Cannot Kill.

A Hermit Is One Who Renounces The World Of Fragments That He May Enjoy The World Wholly And Without Interruption.

Believing Is A Fine Thing, But Placing Those Beliefs Into Execution Is A Test Of Strength. Many Are Those Who Talk Like The Roar Of The Sea, Gut Their Lives Are Shallow And Stagnant, Like The Rotting Marshes. Many Are Those Who Lift Their Heads Above The Mountain Tops, But Their Spirits Remain Dormant In The Obscurity Of The Caverns.

Men Would Bless You Or Curse You; The Curse, A Protest Against Failure, The Blessing, A Hymn Of The Hunter Who Comes Back From The Hills With Provision For His Mate.

Your Reason And Your Passion Are Your Rudder And Sails Of Your Seafaring Soul, If Either Your Sails Or Your Rudder Be Broken, You Can But Toss And Drift, Or Else Be Held At A Standstill In Mid-seas. For Reason, Ruling Alone, Is A Force Confining; And Passion, Unattended, Is A Flame That Burns To Its Own Destruction.

He Who Does Not Seek Advice Is A Fool. His Folly Blinds Him To Truth And Makes Him Evil, Stubborn, And A Danger To His Fellow Man.

Keep Your Heart In Wonder At The Daily Miracles Of Your Life.

Observe The Wonders As They Occur Around You. Don't Claim Them. Feel The Artistry Moving Through And Be Silent.

The Thirst Of Soul Is Sweeter Than The Wine Of Material Things, And The Fear Of Spirit Is Dearer Than The Security Of The Body.

Love Gives Naught But Itself And Takes Naught But From Itself.

The Subtlest Beauties In Our Life Are Unseen And Unheard.

Extreme Torture Is Mute, And So We Sat Silent, Petrified, Like Columns Of Marble Buried Under The Sand Of An Earthquake. Neither Wished To Listen To The Other Because Our Heart-threads Had Become Weak And Even Breathing Would Have Broken Them.

And God Said, Love Your Enemy, & I Obeyed Him & Loved Myself.

Love Your Enemies

That Deepest Thing, That Recognition, That Knowledge, That Sense Of Kinship Began The First Time I Saw You,and It Is The Same Now - Only A Thousand Times Deeper And Tenderer. I Shall Love You To Eternity. I Loved You Long Before We Met In This Flesh. I Knew That When I First Saw You. It Was Destiny. We Are Together Like This And Nothing Can Shake Us Apart.

The Most Solid Stone In The Structure Is The Lowest One In The Foundation.

How Can I Lose Faith In The Justice Of Life, When The Dreams Of Those Who Sleep Upon Feathers Are Not More Beautiful Than The Dreams Of Those Who Sleep Upon The Earth?

Coming Generations Will Learn Equality From Poverty, And Love From Woes.

Love Provided Me With A Tongue And Tears.

A Shy Failure Is Nobler Than An Immodest Success.

Your Children Are Not Your Children. They Are The Sons And Daughters Of Life's Longing For Itself. They Come Through You But Not From You, And Though They Are With You, Yet They Belong Not To You. You May Give Them Your Love, But Not Your Thoughts. For They Have Their Own Thoughts. You May House Their Bodies But Not Their Souls, For Their Souls Dwell In The House Of Tomorrow, Which You Cannot Visit, Not Even In Your Dreams. You May Strive To Be Like Them, But Seek Not To Make Them Like You. For Life Goes Not Backward, Nor Tarries With Yesterday.

Zeal Is A Volcano, The Peak Of Which The Grass Of Indecisiveness Does Not Grow.

Beauty Is That Which Attracts Your Soul, And That Which Loves To Give And Not To Receive.

And Let Your Best Be For Your Friend. If He Must Know The Ebb Of Your Tide, Let Him Know Its Flood Also. For What Is Your Friend That Your Should Seek With Him Hours To Kill? Seek With Him Always Hours To Live. For It Is His To Fill Your Need, But Not Your Emptiness. And In The Sweetness Of Friendship, Let There Be Laughter, And The Sharing Of Pleasures. For In The Dew Of Little Things The Heart Finds Its Morning And Is Refreshed.

Come With Us To The Field, Or Go With Our Brothers To The Sea And Cast Your Net. For The Land And The Sea Shall Be Bountiful To You Even As To Us.

But If You Love And Must Needs Have Desires, Let These Be Your Desires: To Melt And Be Like A Running Brook That Sings Its Melody To The Night. To Know The Pain Of Too Much Tenderness. To Be Wounded By Your Own Understanding Of Love; And To Bleed Willingly And Joyfully. To Wake At Dawn With A Winged Heart And Give Thanks For Another Day Of Loving; To Rest At Noon Hour And Meditate Love's Ecstasy; To Return Home At Eventide With Gratitude; And Then To Sleep With A Prayer For The Beloved In Your Heart And A Song Of Praise On Your Lips.

Let Your Home Be You Mast And Not Your Anchor.

If Your Knowledge Teaches You Not The Value Of Things, And Frees You Not From The Bondage To Matter, You Shall Never Come Near The Throne Of Truth.

In The Depths Of Your Hopes And Desires, Lies Your Silent Knowledge Of The Beyond, And Like Seeds Dreaming Beneath The Snow, Your Heart Dreams Of Spring. Trust The Dreams, For In Them Is Hidden The Gate To Eternity.

When You Work You Are A Flute Through Whose Heart The Whispering Of The Hours Turns To Music. Which Of You Would Be A Reed, Dumb And Silent, When All Else Sings Together In Unison?

Love Passes By Us, Robed In Meekness; But We Flee From Her In Fear, Or Hide In The Darkness; Or Else Pursue Her, To Do Evil In Her Name.

God Has Placed In Each Soul An Apostle To Lead Us Upon The Illumined Path. Yet Many Seek Life From Without, Unaware That Is Within Them.

Only When You Drink From The River Of Silence Shall You Indeed Sing.

For Even As Love Crowns You So Shall He Crucify You. Even As He Is For Your Growth So Is He For Your Pruning. Even As He Ascends To Your Height And Caresses Your Tenderest Branches That Quiver In The Sun, So Shall He Descend To Your Roots And Shake Them In Their Clinging To The Earth.

Verily The Kindness That Gazes Upon Itself In A Mirror Turns To Stone, And A Good Deed That Calls Itself By Tender Names Becomes The Parent To A Curse.

And Is Not Time Even As Love Is, Undivided And Paceless?

You May Forget With Whom You Laughed, But You Will Never Forget With Whom You Wept.

Humanity Is A River Of Light Running From The Ex-eternity To Eternity.

Disagreement May Be The Shortest Cut Between Two Minds.

Reason Without Learning Is Like The Untilled Soil, Or Like The Human Body That Lacks Nourishment.

It Was In My Heart To Help A Little Because I Was Helped Much.

In Every Winter's Heart There Is A Quivering Spring, And Behind The Veil Of Each Night There Is A Shining Dawn.

When You Have Solved All The Mysteries Of Life You Long For Death, For It Is But Another Mystery Of Life.

Mystery Of Life

The Sorrowful Spirit Finds Relaxation In Solitude. It Abhors People, As A Wounded Deer Deserts The Herd And Lives In A Cave Until It Is Healed Or Dead.

When You Part From Your Friend, You Grieve Not; For That Which You Love Most In Him May Be Clearer In His Absence, As The Mountain To The Climber Is Clearer From The Plain.

There Are Those Who Give Little Of The Much Which They Have - And They Give It For Recognition And Their Hidden Desire Makes Their Gifts Unwholesome.

When Love Beckons To You, Follow Him, Though His Ways Are Hard And Steep. And When His Wings Enfold You Yield To Him, Though The Sword Hidden Among His Pinions May Wound You.

As The Strings Of A Lute Are Apart Though They Quiver The Same Music.

It Was But Yesterday I Thought Myself A Fragment Quivering Without Rhythm In The Sphere Of Life. Now I Know That I Am The Sphere, And All Life In Rhythmic Fragments Moves Within Me.

Hell Is Not In Torture; Hell Is In An Empty Heart.

What Difference Is There Between Us, Save A Restless Dream That Follows My Soul But Fears To Come Near You?

Exaggeration Is Truth That Has Lost Its Temper.

Beauty Is Not In The Face; Beauty Is A Light In The Heart.

God Made The World With A Heart Full Of Love, Then He Looked Down From Heaven Above, And Saw That We All Need A Helping Hand, Someone To Share With, Who'll Understand. He Made Special People To See Us Through The Glad Times And The Sad Times, Too; A Person On Whom We Can Always Depend, Someone We Can Call A Friend. God Made Friends So We'll Carry A Part Of His Perfect Love In All Our Hearts.

You Shall Be Free Indeed When Your Days Are Not Without A Care, Nor Your Nights Without A Want And A Grief, But Rather When These Things Girdle Your Life And Yet You Rise Above Them Naked And Unbound.

He Who Loses His Mother Loses A Pure Soul Who Blesses And Guards Him Constantly.

Those To Whom Worshiping Is A Window, To Open But Also To Shut, Have Not Yet Visited The House Of Their Souls Whose Windows Are Open From Dawn To Dawn.

The Bird Has An Honor That Man Does Not Have. Man Lives In The Traps Of His Abdicated Laws And Traditions; But The Birds Live According To The Natural Law Of God Who Causes The Earth To Turn Around The Sun.

There Is No Secret In The Mystery Of Life Stronger And More Beautiful Than That Attachment Which Converts The Silence Of A Virgin's Spirit Into A Perpetual Awareness That Makes A Person Forget The Past, For It Kindles Fiercely In The Heart The Sweet And Overwhelming Hope Of The Coming Future.

A God Who Is Good Knows No Segregation Amongst Words Or Names. And Were A God To Deny His Blessing To Those Who Pursue A Different Path To Eternity, There Would Be No Human Who Should Offer Worship.

Those Who Give You A Serpent When You Ask For A Fish, May Have Nothing But Serpents To Give.

Love Is The Veil Between Lover And Lover.

In The Depth Of Your Hopes And Desires Lies Your Silent Knowledge Of The Beyond.

Only Love And Death Will Change All Things.

Love Of My Life

I Love You When You Bow In Your Mosque, Kneel In Your Temple, Pray In Your Church. For You And I Are Sons Of One Religion, And It Is The Spirit.

You Progress Not Through What Has Been Done, But Reaching Towards What Has Yet To Be Done.

Say Not, I Have Found The Path Of The Soul Say Rather, I Have Met The Soul Walking Upon My Path.

And Is Not The Lute That Soothes Your Spirit The Very Wood That Was Hollowed With Knives?

Inspirational Love

Happiness Is A Vine That Takes Root And Grows Within The Heart, Never Outside It.

Long Were The Days Of Pain I Have Spent Within Its Walls, And Long Were The Nights Of Aloneness; And Who Can Depart From His Pain And His Aloneness Without Regret?

At Ebb Tide I Wrote A Line Upon The Sand, And Gave It All My Heart And All My Soul. At Flood Tide I Returned To Read What I Had Inscribed And Found My Ignorance Upon The Shore.

If I Extend An Empty Hand And In Retrieving It And Finding It Still Empty, I Feel Disappointment, That Is Foolishness; Yet If I Extend A Hand Which Is Full And Yet Find No One To Receive It, Then That Is Hopelessness.

Am I Less Man Because I Believe In A Greater Man?

Love Is Not Without Its Flaws. The Stronger The Love, The More It Tests You. Compassion And Empathy Will Make True Love Persist.

My God, My Aim And My Fulfillment; I Am Thy Yesterday And Thou Are My Tomorrow. I Am They Root In The Earth And Thou Art My Flower In The Sky, And Together We Grow Before The Face Of The Sun.

If I Accept The Sunshine And Warmth, Then I Must Also Accept The Thunder And Lightning.

The Optimist Sees The Rose And Not Its Thorns; The Pessimist Stares At The Thorns, Oblivious To The Rose.

It Takes A Minute To Have A Crush On Someone, An Hour To Like Someone, And A Day To Love Someone... But It Takes A Lifetime To Forget Someone.

It Is Well To Give When Asked, But It Is Better To Give Unasked, Through Understanding; And To The Open-handed The Search For One Who Shall Receive Is Joy Greater Than Giving.

And When You Were A Silent Word Upon Life's Quivering Lips, I Too Was There, Another Silent Word. Then Life Uttered Us And We Came Down The Years Throbbing With Memories Of Yesterday And With Longing For Tomorrow, For Yesterday Was Death Conquered And Tomorrow Was Birth Pursued.

Poverty Hides Itself In Thought Before It Surrenders To Purses.

That Deed Which In Our Guilt We Today Call Weakness, Will Appear Tomorrow As An Essential Link In The Complete Chain Of Man.

If The Grandfather Of The Grandfather Of Jesus Had Known What Was Hidden Within Him, He Would Have Stood Humble And Awe-struck Before His Soul.

Have You Not Heard Of The Man Who Was Digging In The Earth For Roots And Found A Treasure?

Your Soul Is Oftentimes A Battlefield, Upon Your Reason And Your Judgment Wage War Against Your Passion And Your Appetite.

Where Are You Now, My Beloved? Do You Hear My Weeping From Beyond The Ocean? Do You Understand My Need? Do You Know The Greatness Of My Patience?

I Came Here To Be For All And With All, And What I Do Today In My Solitude Will Be Echoed Tomorrow By The Multitude. What I Say Now With One Heart Will Be Said Tomorrow By Thousands Of Hearts.

The Love Of A Parent For A Child Is The Love That Should Grow Towards Separation.

Philosophy's Work Is Finding The Shortest Path Between Two Points.

A Thief Is A Man In Need. A Liar Is A Man In Fear.

You Are The Bows From Which Your Children As Living Arrows Are Sent Forth.

Be Patient, For It Is From Doubt That Knowledge Is Born.

He Who Listens To Truth Is Not Less Than He Who Utters Truth.

Limited Love Asks For Possession Of The Beloved, But The Unlimited Asks Only For Itself.

Forgetfulness Is A Form Of Freedom.

A Poet Is A Bird Of Unearthly Excellence, Who Escapes From His Celestial Realm Arrives In This World Warbling. If We Do Not Cherish Him, He Spreads His Wings And Flies Back Into His Homeland.

That Which Seems Most Feeble And Bewildered In You Is The Strongest And Most Determined. Is It Not Your Breath That Has Erected And Hardened The Structure Of Your Bones?

Science And Religion Are In Full Accord, But Science And Faith Are In Complete Discord.

I Existed From All Eternity And, Behold, I Am Here; And I Shall Exist Till The End Of Time, For My Being Has No End.

You Work That You May Keep Peace With The Earth And The Soul Of The Earth.

Even While The Earth Sleeps We Travel.

No Man Can Reveal To You Aught But That Which Already Lies Half Asleep In The Dawning Of Your Knowledge. The Teacher Who Walks In The Shadow Of The Temple, Among His Followers, Gives Not Of His Wisdom But Rather Of His Faith And His Lovingness. If He Is Indeed Wise He Does Not Bid You Enter The House Of His Wisdom, But Rather Leads You To The Threshold Of Your Own Mind.

I Had A Second Birth When My Soul And My Body Loved One Another And Were Married.

To Judge You By Your Failures Is To Cast Blame Upon The Seasons For Their Inconstancy.

The Power To Love Is God's Greatest Gift To Man, For It Never Will Be Taken From The Blessed One Who Loves.

And You Receivers - And You Are All Receivers - Assume No Weight Of Gratitude, Lest You Lay A Yoke Upon Yourself And Upon Him Who Gives. Rather Rise Together With The Giver On His Gifts As On Wings; For To Be Overmindful Of Your Debt, Is To Doubt His Generosity Who Has The Free Hearted Earth For Mother, And God For Father.

What Is This World That Is Hastening Me Toward I Know Not What, Viewing Me With Contempt?

He Who Has Not Looked On Sorrow Will Never See Joy. [for Without Sorrow How Would You Know What Joy Is? Contrast Provides Peceptive Clarity]

In The Depth Of My Soul There Is A Wordless Song.

My Loneliness Was Born When Men Praised My Talkative Faults And Blamed My Silent Virtues.

If In The Twilight Of Memory We Should Meet Once More,we Shall Speak Again Together And You Shall Sing To Me A Deeper Song. And If Our Hands Should Meet In Another Dream We Shall Build Another Tower In The Sky.

They Deem Me Mad Because I Will Not Sell My Days For Gold; And I Deem Them Mad Because They Think My Days Have A Price.

No Human Relation Gives One Possession In Another—every Two Souls Are Absolutely Different. In Friendship Or In Love, The Two Side By Side Raise Hands Together To Find What One Cannot Reach Alone.

Pity It Is We Drowse Too Soon Pity It Is We Fall Asleep Ere Our Song Encompass The Height Ere Our Hand Inherit The Deep

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