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The Poet Is A Bird Of Strange Moods. He Descends From His Lofty Domain To Tarry Among Us, Singing; If We Do Not Honor Him He Will Unfold His Wings And Fly Back To His Dwelling Place.

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The Poet Is A

Khalil Gibran

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The Poet Is A Bird Of Strange Moods. He Descends From His Lofty Domain To Tarry Among Us, Singing; If We Do Not Honor Him He Will Unfold His Wings And Fly Back To His Dwelling Place.

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Love, If It Finds You Worthy, Directs Your Course.

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And Let The Winds Of The Heavens Dance Between You.

I Am One Of Those Who Believe That Spiritual Progress Is A Rule Of Human Life, But The Approach To Perfection Is Slow And Painful. If A Woman Elevates Herself In One Respect And Is Retarded In Another, It Is Because The Rough Trail That Leads To The Mountain Peak Is Not Free Of Ambushes Of Thieves And Lairs Of Wolves.

Your Daily Life Is Your Temple And Your Religion. When You Enter Into It Take With You Your All.

Be Like A Flower And Turn Your Face To The Sun.

Let Us Disperse From Our Aloofness And Serve The Weak Who Made Us Strong, And Cleanse The Country In Which We Live. Let Us Teach This Miserable Nation To Smile And Rejoice With Heaven's Bounty And Glory Of Life And Freedom.

We Are Limited, Not By Our Abilities, But By Our Vision.

And Is Not Time Even As Love Is, Undivided And Paceless? But If In You Thought You Must Measure Time Into Seasons, Let Each Season Encircle All The Other Seasons, And Let Today Embrace The Past With Remembrance And The Future With Longing.

You Shall Be Held Down By The Chains Of Your Own Judgment.

The Philosopher's Soul Dwells In His Head, The Poet's Soul Is In His Heart; The Singer's Soul Lingers About His Throat, But The Soul Of The Dancer Abides In All Her Body.

You Who Are Strong And Swift, See That You Do Not Limp Before The Lame, Deeming It Kindness.

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.

He Who Does Not See The Kingdom Of Heaven In This Life Will Never See It In The Coming Life.

Much Of Your Pain Is The Bitter Potion By Which The Physician Within You Heals Your Sick Self.

If Aught I Have Said Is Truth, That Truth Shall Reveal Itself In A Clearer Voice, And In Words More Kin To Your Thoughts.

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

Poetry Is Not The Opinion Stated. It Is A Song That Appears Instead Of A Bloody Wound Or A Smiling Mouth.

No Lower Can A Man Descend Than To Interpret His Dreams Into Gold And Silver.

Be Like The Flower, Turn Your Faces To The Sun.

Miserable Is The Man Who Loves A Woman And Takes Her For His Wife, Pouring At Her Feet The Sweat Of His Skin And The Blood Of His Body And The Life Of His Heart, And Placing Her In The Hands Of The Fruit Of His Toil And The Revenue Of His Diligence; For When He Slowly Wakes Up, He Finds That The Heart That He Endeavored To Buy Is Given Away Freely And In Sincerity To Another Man For The Enjoyment Of Its Hidden Secrets And Deepest Love.

You See But Your Shadow When You Turn Your Back To The Sun.

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?

The First Glance From The Eyes Of The Beloved Is Like The Spirit That Moved Upon The Face Of The Waters, Giving Birth To Heaven And Earth.

Love... It Surrounds Every Being And Extends Slowly To Embrace All That Shall Be.

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.

All Work Is Empty Save When There Is Love.

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.

When You Kill A Beast, Say To Him In Your Heart: ~by The Same Power That Slays You, I Too Am Slain, And I Too Shall Be Consumed. ~for The Law That Delivers You Into My Hand Shall Deliver Me Into A Mightier Hand. ~your Blood And My Blood Is Naught But The Sap That Feeds The Tree Of Heaven.

For If You Bake Bread With Indifference, You Bake A Bitter Bread That Feeds But Half Man's Hunger.

Some Who Are Too Scrupulous To Steal Your Possessions Nevertheless See No Wrong In Tampering With Your Thoughts.

I Do Not Want You To Hear That I Love You, But I Want You To Feel It Without Me Having To Say.

We Fear Death, Yet We Long For Slumber And Beautiful Dreams.

Inspiration Will Always Sing; Inspiration Will Never Explain.

Said One Oyster To A Neighboring Oyster, "i Have A Very Great Pain Within Me. It Is Heavy And Round And I Am In Distress." And The Other Oyster Replied With Haughty Complacence, "praise Be To The Heavens And To The Sea, I Have No Pain Within Me. I Am Well And Whole Both Within And Without." At That Moment A Crab Was Passing By And Heard The Two Oysters, And He Said To The One Who Was Well And Whole Both Within And Without, "yes, You Are Well And Whole; But The Pain That Your Neighbor Bears Is A Pearl Of Exceeding Beauty."

Tolerance Is Love Sick With The Sickness Of Haughtiness.

Knowledge Cultivates Your Seeds And Does Not Sow In Your Seeds.

And Then To Sleep With A Prayer For The Beloved In Your Heart And A Song Of Praise Upon Your Lips.

Strange, The Desire For Certain Pleasures Is A Part Of My Pain.

Every Beauty And Greatness In This World Is Created By A Single Thought Or Emotion Inside A Man. Every Thing We See Today, Made By Past Generations, Was, Before Its Appearance, A Thought In The Mind Of A Man Or An Impulse In The Heart Of A Woman.

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 Voice Of Life In Me Cannot Reach The Ear Of Life In You; But Let Us Talk That We May Not Feel Lonely.

You Are Good When You Are Fully Awake In Your Speech, Yet You Are Not Evil When You Sleep While Your Tongue Staggers Without Purpose. And Even Stumbling Speech May Strengthen A Weak Tongue.

Love Has No Other Desire But To Fulfill Itself.

And Only The Sure Of Foot Can Give A Hand To Him Who Stumbles.

Inspiration Is In Seeing A Part Of The Whole With The Part Of The Whole In You.

I Have Passed The Mountain Peak And My Soul Is Soaring In The Firmament Of Complete And Unbounded Freedom; I Am In Comfort, I Am In Peace.

Said A Skunk To A Tube-rose, "see How Swiftly I Run, While You Cannot Walk Nor Even Creep." Said The Tube-rose To The Skunk, "oh, Most Noble Swift Runner, Please Run Swiftly!"

Reason Is Not Like The Goods Sold In The Market Places--the More Plentiful They Are, The Less They Are Worth. Reason's Worth Waxes With Her Abundance. But Were She Sold In The Market, It Is Only The Wise Man Who Would Understand Her True Value.

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]

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

And One Of The Elders Of The City , Said , Speak To Us Of Good And Evil. And He Answered : You Are Good In Countless Ways , And You Are Not Evil When You Are Not Good .

The Teacher Who Is Indeed Wise Does Not Bid You To Enter The House Of His Wisdom But Rather Leads You To The Threshold Of Your Mind.

My Brothers, Seek Counsel Of One Another, For Therein Lies The Way Out Of Error And Futile Repentance. The Wisdom Of The Many Is Your Shield Against Tyranny. For When We Turn To One Another For Counsel We Reduce The Number Of Our Enemies.

Poetry, My Dear Friends, Is A Sacred Incarnation Of A Smile. Poetry Is A Sigh That Dries The Tears. Poetry Is A Spirit Who Dwells In The Soul, Whose Nourishment Is The Heart, Whose Wine Is Affection. Poetry That Comes Not In This Form Is A False Messiah.

Out Of My Deeper Heart A Bird Rose And Flew Skywards. Higher And Higher Did It Rise, Yet Larger And Larger Did It Grow. At First It Was But Like A Swallow, Then A Lark, Then An Eagle, Then As Vast As A Spring Cloud, And Then It Filled The Starry Heavens. Out Of My Heart A Bird Flew Skywards. And It Waxed Larger As It Flew. Yet It Left Not My Heart.

If My Survival Caused Another To Perish, Then Death Would Be Sweeter And More Beloved.

Solitude Is A Silent Storm That Breaks Down All Our Dead Branches; Yet It Sends Our Living Roots Deeper Into The Living Heart Of The Living Earth.

Love That Does Not Renew Itself Every Day Becomes A Habit And In Turn A Slavery.

Give Me An Ear And I Will Give You A Voice.

Life Is But A Sleep Disturbed By Dreaming, Prompted By The Will; The Saddened Soul With Sadness Hides It's Secrets, And The Gay, With Thrill.

You May Give Them Your Love, But Not Your Thoughts. For They Have Their Own Thoughts.

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.

Knowledge And Understanding Are Life's Faithful Companions Who Will Never Prove Untrue To You. For Knowledge Is Your Crown, And Understanding Your Staff; And When They Are With You, You Can Possess No Greater Treasures.

But If In Your Fear You Would Seek Only Love's Peace And Love's Pleasure, Then It Is Better For You That You Cover Your Nakedness And Pass Out Of Love's Threshing-floor, Into The Seasonless World Where You Shall Laugh, But Not All Of Your Laughter, And Weep, But Not All Of Your Tears.

Trees Are Poems That The Earth Writes Upon The Sky.

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

Poverty Is A Veil That Obscures The Face Of Greatness. An Appeal Is A Mask Covering The Face Of Tribulation.

The Things Which The Child Loves Remain In The Domain Of The Heart Until Old Age. The Most Beautiful Thing In Life Is That Our Souls Remain Hovering Over The Places Where We Once Enjoyed Ourselves. I Am One Of Those Who Remembers Those Places Regardless Of Distance Or Time.

You May Chain My Hands, You May Shackle My Feet; You May Even Throw Me Into A Dark Prison; But You Shall Not Enslave My Thinking, Because It Is Free!

A Man's True Wealth Is The Good He Does In The World.

How Narrow Is The Vision That Exalts The Busyness Of The Ant Above The Singing Of The Grasshopper.

Everyone Has Experienced That Truth: That Love, Like A Running Brook, Is Disregarded, Taken For Granted; But When The Brook Freezes Over, Then People Begin To Remember How It Was When It Ran, And They Want It To Run Again.

Hallow The Body As A Temple To Comeliness And Sanctify The Heart As A Sacrifice To Love; Love Recompenses The Adorers.

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

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.

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.

The Smallest Act Of Kindness Is Worth More Than The Greatest Intention.

To Be Able To Look Back Upon Ones Life In Satisfaction, Is To Live Twice.

My House Says To Me, "do Not Leave Me, For Here Dwells Your Past." And The Road Says To Me, "come And Follow Me, For I Am Your Future." And I Say To Both My House And The Road, "i Have No Past, Nor Have I A Future. If I Stay Here, There Is A Going In My Staying; And If I Go There Is A Staying In My Going. Only Love And Death Change All Things."

He Who Passes Not His Days In The Realm Of Dreams Is The Slave Of The Days.

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

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

To Belittle, You Have To Be Little.

Let Your Bending In The Archer's Hand Be For Gladness, For Even As He Loves The Arrow That Flies, So He Loves Also The Bow That Is Stable.

A Voice Cannot Carry The Tongue And The Lips That Gave It Wings. Alone Must It Seek The Ether. And Alone And Without His Nest Shall The Eagle Fly Across The Sun.

The Mother Is Everything - She Is Our Consolation In Sorrow, Our Hope In Misery, And Our Strength In Weakness. She Is The Source Of Love, Mercy, Sympathy, And Forgiveness. He Who Loses His Mother Loses A Pure Soul Who Blesses And Guards Him Constantly

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

If You Cannot Work With Love But Only With Distaste, It Is Better That You Should Leave Your Work.

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.

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.

Faith Is An Oasis In The Heart Which Will Never Be Reached By The Caravan Of Thinking.

The Best Love Come From The Heart, Not From The Mouth.

The First Thought Of God Was An Angel. The First Word Of God Was A Man

I Said To Life, I Would Hear Death Speak. And Life Raised Her Voice A Little Higher And Said, You Hear Him Now.

Let There Be No Purpose In Friendship Save The Deepening Of The Spirit.

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

Beautiful Women

I Slept And I Dreamed That Life Is All Joy. I Woke And I Saw That Life Is All Service. I Served And I Saw That Service Is Joy.

You Are The Bows From Which Your Children As Living Arrows Are Sent Forth./the Archer Sees The Mark Upon The Path Of The Infinite, And He Bends You With His Might That His Arrows May Go Swift And Far.

There Must Be Something Strangely Sacred About Salt. It Is In Our Tears And In The Sea.

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?

Cover Me With Soft Earth, And Let Each Handful Be Mixed With Seeds Ofjasmine, Lilies, And Myrtle; And When They Grow Above Me And Thrive On My Body's Element They Will Breathe The Fragrance Of My Heart Into Space.

The Deeper That Sorrow Carves Into Your Being, The More Joy You Can Contain.

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

Life Without Love Is Like A Tree Without Blossoms Or Fruit.” “love Has No Other Desire But To Fulfill Itself. To Melt And Be Like A Running Brook That Sings Its Melody To The Night. To Wake At Dawn With A Winged Heart And Give Thanks For Another Day Of Loving

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?

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.

The Teacher Gives Not Of His Wisdom, But Rather Of His Faith And Lovingness.

If You Reveal Your Secrets To The Wind, You Should Not Blame The Wind For Revealing Them To The Trees.

Keeping Secrets

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

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.

When We Oppose The Hidden Conscience, It Does Us Hurt. When We Betray It, It Judges Us.

The Obvious Is That Which Is Never Seen Until Someone Expresses It Simply.

Wit Is Often A Mask. If You Tear It You Will Find Either Genius Irritated Or Cleverness Juggling.

Only Love And Death Will Change All Things.

Love Of My Life

I Discovered The Secret Of The Sea In Meditation Upon A Dewdrop.

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.

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

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.

Who Among You Does Not Feel That His Power To Love Is Boundless? And Yet Who Does Not Feel That Very Love, Though Boundless, Encompassed Within The Center Of His Being, And Moving Not From Love Thought To Love Thought, Nor From Love Deeds To Other Love Deeds?

He That Tries To Seize An Opportunity After It Has Passed Him By Is Like One Who Sees It Approach But Will Not Go To Meet It.

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

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

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

You Are Good When You Strive To Give Of Yourself. Yet You Are Not Evil When You Seek Gain For Yourself. For When You Strive For Gain You Are But A Root That Clings To The Earth And Sucks At Her Breast. Surely The Fruit Cannot Say To The Root, 'be Like Me, Ripe And Full And Ever Giving Of Your Abundance.' For To The Fruit Giving Is A Need As Receiving Is A Need To The Root.

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.

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

The Very Strength That Protects The Heart From Injury Is The Strength That Prevents The Heart From Enlarging To Its Intended Greatness Within. The Song Of The Voice Is Sweet, But The Song Of The Heart Is The Pure Voice Of Heaven.

Your House Shall Be Not An Anchor But A Mast It Shall Not Be A Glistening Film That Covers A Wound, But An Eyelid That Guards The Eye.

A Teacher Can Only Lead You To The Threshold Of Your Own Mind.

It Is Not The Sap Within The Furrowed Bark, Nor A Wing Attached To A Claw, But Rather A Garden Forever In Bloom And A Flock Of Angels Forever In Flight.

Behold, I Have Reached The Peak Of The Mountain And My Spirit Has Taken Flight In The Heavens Of Freedom And Liberation. I Have Gone Far, Far Away, O Children Of My Mother; The Hills Beyond The Mists Are Now Hidden From My View, The Last Traces Of The Valleys Have Been Flooded By The Ocean Of Serenity, And The Paths And Trails Have Been Erased By The Hand Of Oblivion. The Roar Of Ocean Waves Has Faded. I No Longer Hear Anything But The Anthem Of Eternity, Which Harmonizes With The Spirit.

And When You Crush An Apple With Your Teeth, Say To It In Your Heart: Your Seeds Shall Live In My Body, And The Buds Of Your Tomorrow Shall Blossom In My Heart, And Your Fragrance Shall Be My Breath, And Together We Shall Rejoice Through All The Seasons.

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.

If We Were To All Sit In A Circle And Confess Our Sins, We Would Laugh At Each Other For Lack Of Originality.

Poverty Hides Itself In Thought Before It Surrenders To Purses.

Sayings Remain Meaningless Until They Are Embodied In Habits.

Generosity Is Not Giving Me That Which I Need More Than You Do, But It Is Giving Me That Which You Need More Than I Do.

But You Who Walk Facing The Sun, What Images Drawn On The Earth Can Hold You? You Who Travel With The Wind, What Weathervane Shall Direct Your Course? What Man's Law Shall Bind You If You Break Your Yoke But Upon No Man's Prison Door? What Laws Shall You Fear If You Dance But Stumble Against No Man's Iron Chains? And Who Is He That Shall Bring You To Judgment If You Tear Off Your Garment Yet Leave It In No Man's Path? People Of Orphalese, You Can Muffle The Drum, And You Can Loosen The Strings Of The Lyre, But Who Shall Command The Skylark Not To Sing?

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.

He Who Is More Mindful Of One, Loses The Love And The Faith Of Both.

Women Opened The Windows Of My Eyes And The Doors Of My Spirit. Had It Not Been For The Woman-mother, The Woman-sister, And The Woman-friend, I Would Have Been Sleeping Among Those Who Seek The Tranquility Of The World With Their Snoring.

Love Has No Other Desire But To Fulfill Itself, But If You Love And Must Needs Have Desires, Let These Be Your Desires.

He Who Seeks Ecstasy In Love Should Not Complain Of Suffering.

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

Only Once Have I Been Made Mute. It Was When A Man Asked Me, 'who Are You?'

Love And Doubt Have Never Been On Speaking Terms.

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.

Your Life Is An Island Separated From All Other Islands And Continents. Regardless Of How Many Boats You Send To Other Shores Or How Many Ships Arrive Upon Your Shores, You Yourself Are An Island Separated By Its Own Pains, Secluded In Its Happiness

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

We Choose Our Joys And Sorrows Long Before We Experience Them.

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

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

Your Pain Is The Breaking Of The Shell That Encloses Your Understanding.

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.

For This I Bless You Most. You Give Much And Know Not That You Give At All.

Yesterday We Obeyed Kings And Bent Our Necks Before Emperors. But Today We Kneel Only To Truth, Follow Only Beauty, And Obey Only Love.

Conscience Is A Just But Weak Judge. Weakness Leaves It Powerless To Execute Its Judgment.

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.

For Life And Death Are One, Even As The River And The Sea Are One.

Love Is The Veil Between Lover And Lover.

Why Dispute What We Shall Be, When We Know Not Even What We Are.

God Has Created Several Doors Which Open Onto Truth. He Opens Them To All Those Who Knock On Them With The Hand Of Faith.

Money Is Like Love; It Kills Slowly And Painfully The One Who Withholds It, And Enlivens The Other Who Turns It On His Fellow Man.

People Of Orphalese, Beauty Is Life When Life Unveils Her Holy Face. But You Are Life And You Are The Veil. Beauty Is Eternity Gazing At Itself In A Mirror. But You Are Eternity And You Are The Mirror.

Seek Not The Depths Of Your Knowledge With Staff Or Sounding Line. For Self Is A Sea Boundless And Measureless.

When God Threw Me, A Pebble, Into This Wondrous Lake, I Disturbed Its Surface With Countless Circles. But When I Reached The Depths, I Became Very Still.

Much Of Your Pain Is Self-chosen. It Is The Bitter Potion By Which The Physician Within You Heals Your Sick Self. Therefore Trust The Physician, And Drink His Remedy In Silence And Tranquility: For His Hand, Though Heavy And Hard, Is Guided By The Tender Hand Of The Unseen, And The Cup He Brings, Though It Burn Your Lips, Has Been Fashioned Of The Clay Which The Potter Has Moistened With His Own Sacred Tears.

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.

You Are Not Enclosed Within Your Bodies, Nor Confined To Houses Or Fields. That Which Is You Dwells Above The Mountain And Roves With The Wind.

If It's A Despot You Would Dethrone, See First That His Throne Erected Within You Is Destroyed.

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

Strange That Creatures Without Backbones Have The Hardest Shells.

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

Marriage Is Like A Temple Resting On Two Pillars. If They Come Too Close To Each Other The Temple Will Collapse.

Qualities Of Good Citizens... Is To Admire What Others Have Created In Love And Faith

The Creator Gives No Heed To The Critic Unless He Becomes A Barren Inventor.

Your Saying 'i Do Not Understand You' Is Praise Beyond My Worth, And An Insult You Do Not Deserve.

The Person You Consider Ignorant And Insignificant Is The One Who Came From God, That He Might Learn Bliss From Grief And Knowledge From Gloom.

We Are The Sons Of Sorrow; We Are The Poets And The Prophets And The Musicians.

I Want Every Image To Be The Beginning Of An Unseen Image.

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

My Friends: Music Is The Language Of Spirits. Its Melody Is Like The Frolicsome Breeze That Makes The Strings Quiver With Love. When The Gentle Fingers Of Music Knock At The Door Of Our Feelings, They Awaken Memories That Have Long Lain Hidden In The Depths Of The Past. The Sad Strains Of Music Bring Us Mournful Recollections; And Her Quiet Strains Bring Us Joyful Memories. The Sound Of Strings Makes Us Weep At The Departure Of A Dear One, Or Makes Us Smile At The Peace God Has Bestowed Upon Us.

It Is Only When You Are Pursued That You Become Swift.

For The Breath Of Life Is In The Sunlight And The Hand Of Life Is In The Wind.

All Things In This Creation Exist Within You And All Things In You Exist In Creation; There Is No Border Between You And The Closest Things, And There Is No Distance Between You And The Farthest Things, And All Things, From The Lowest To The Loftiest, From The Smallest To The Greatest, Are Within You As Equal Things.

A Minute Moving Among The Patterns Of Beauty And The Dreams Of Love Is Greater And More Precious Than An Age Filled With Splendor Granted By The Weak To The Strong.

And When One Of You Falls Down He Falls For Those Behind Him, A Caution Against The Stumbling Stone. Ay, And He Falls For Those Ahead Of Him, Who Though Faster And Surer Of Foot, Yet Removed Not The Stumbling Stone.

Progress Lies Not In Enhancing What Is, But In Advancing Toward What Will Be.

Know, Therefore, That From The Greater Silence I Shall Return... Forget Not That I Shall Come Back To You... A Little While, A Moment Of Rest Upon The Wind, And Another Woman Shall Bear Me.

And If You Sing Though As Angels, And Love Not The Singing, You Muffle Man's Ears To The Voices Of The Day And The Voices Of The Night.

The Brooks Flow To Their Lover, The Sea, And The Flowers Smile At The Object Of Their Passion, The Light. The Mist Rolls Down To Its Beloved, The Valley. And I? In Me Is What Brooks Do Not Know, What Flowers Do Not Hear, What The Mist Does Not Apprehend. You See Me Alone In My Love, Solitary In My Yearning.

When You Feel Jealousy Is A Sign That Love Should Have Each Other

Your Children Are Not Your Children. They Are The Sons And Daughters Of Life's Longing For Itself. They Came Through You But Not From You And Though They Are With You Yet They Belong Not To You.

You Are Far, Far Greater Than You Know - And All Is Well.

Love Is The Only Flower That Grows And Blossoms Without The Aid Of The Seasons

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

As One's Gifts Increase, His Friends Decrease.

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.

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