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In The Autumn I Gathered All My Sorrows And Buried Them In My Garden. And When April Returned And Spring Came To Wed The Earth, There Grew In My Garden Beautiful Flowers Unlike All Other Flowers. And My Neighbors Came To Behold Them, And They All Said To Me, "when Autumn Comes Again, At Seeding Time, Will You Not Give Us Of The Seeds Of These Flowers That We May Have Them In Our Gardens?"

-Khalil Gibran

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Khalil Gibran

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In The Autumn I Gathered All My Sorrows And Buried Them In My Garden. And When April Returned And Spring Came To Wed The Earth, There Grew In My Garden Beautiful Flowers Unlike All Other Flowers. And My Neighbors Came To Behold Them, And They All Said To Me, "when Autumn Comes Again, At Seeding Time, Will You Not Give Us Of The Seeds Of These Flowers That We May Have Them In Our Gardens?"

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When You Have Grasped A Problem Clearly, Face It With Resolution, For That Is The Way Of The Strong.

Birth And Death Are The Two Noblest Expressions Of Bravery.

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Let Passion Fill Your Sails, But Let Reason Be Your Rudder.

If Your Knowledge Teaches You Not To Rise Above Human Weakness And Misery And Lead Your Fellow Man On The Right Path, You Are Indeed A Man Of Little Worth And Will Remain Such Till Judgment Day.

I Would Tell You More Of Him, But How Shall I? When Love Becomes Vast Love Becomes Wordless. And When Memory Is Overladen It Seeks The Silent Deep.

I Am A Poet Who Composes What Life Proses, And Who Proses What Life Composes.

Beauty Is Life When Life Unveils Her Holy Face.

Many Are The Places Of Worship, But Few Indeed Are Those Who Worship In Spirit And In Truth.

No Man Can Reveal To You Nothing But That Which Already Lies Half-asleep In The Dawning Of Your Knowledge.

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Braving Obstacles And Hardships Is Braver Than Retreat To Tranquility.

You, The Strong, Have I Loved, Though The Marks Of Your Iron Hoofs Are Yet Upon My Flesh.

To Love Life Through Our Labor Is To Be Intimate With Life's Inmost Secrets.

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

Rebellion Without Truth Is Like Spring In A Bleak, Arid Desert.

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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.

For The Criminal Who Is Weak And Poor The Narrow Cell Of Death Awaits; But Honor And Glory Await The Rich Who Conceal Their Crimes Behind Their Gold And Silver And Inherited Glory.

He Who Understands You Is Greater Kin To You Than Your Own Brother. For Even Your Own Kindred Neither Understand You Nor Know Your True Worth.

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