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Remember That Divinity Is The True Self Of Man. It Cannot Be Sold For Gold; Neither Can It Be Heaped Up As Are The Riches Of The World Today. The Rich Man Has Cast Off His Divinity, And Has Clung To His Gold. And The Young Today Have Forsaken Their Divinity And Pursue Self-indulgence And Pleasure.

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Remember That Divinity Is

Khalil Gibran

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Remember That Divinity Is The True Self Of Man. It Cannot Be Sold For Gold; Neither Can It Be Heaped Up As Are The Riches Of The World Today. The Rich Man Has Cast Off His Divinity, And Has Clung To His Gold. And The Young Today Have Forsaken Their Divinity And Pursue Self-indulgence And Pleasure.

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You Would Know The Secret Of Death. But How Shall You Find It Unless You Seek It In The Heath Of Life? The Owl Whose Night-bound Eyes Are Blind Unto The Day Cannot Unveil The Mystery Of Light. If You Would Indeed Behold The Spirit Of Death, Open Your Heart Wide Unto The Body Of Life. For Life And Death Are One, Even As The River And Sea Are One. For What Is It To Die But To Stand Naked In The Wind And To Melt Into The Sun?

You Shall Not Dwell In Tombs Made By The Dead For The Living.

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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?

Every Man Is Two Men; One Is Awake In The Darkness, The Other Asleep In The Light.

A Truth Is To Be Known Always, To Be Uttered Sometimes.

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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.

Half Of What I Say Is Meaningless; But I Say It So That The Other Half May Reach You.

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Who Are You That Men Should Rend Their Bosom And Unveil Their Pride, That You May See Their Worth Naked And Their Pride Unabashed? See First That You Yourself Deserve To Be A Giver, And An Instrument Of Giving.

Rob A Neighbour With A Smile.

God Has Made Many Doors Opening Into Truth Which He Opens To All Who Knock Upon Them With Hands Of Faith.

Tolerance Is Love Sick With The Sickness Of Haughtiness.

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

Your Freedom When It Loses Its Fetters Becomes Itself The Fetter Of A Greater Freedom.

When A Man's Hand Touches The Hand Of A Woman, They Both Touch The Heart Of Eternity.

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The Sea That Calls All Things Unto Her Cals Me, And I Must Embark.

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