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Vain Are The Beliefs And Teachings That Make Man Miserable, And False Is The Goodness That Leads Him Into Sorrow And Despair, For It Is Man's Purpose To Be Happy On This Earth And Lead The Way To Felicity And Preach Its Gospel Wherever He Goes. He Who Does Not See The Kingdom Of Heaven In This Life Will Never See It In The Coming Life. We Came Not Into This Life By Exile, But We Came As Innocent Creatures Of God, To Learn How To Worship The Holy And Eternal Spirit And Seek The Hidden Secrets Within Ourselves From The Beauty Of Life.

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Vain Are The Beliefs

Khalil Gibran

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Vain Are The Beliefs And Teachings That Make Man Miserable, And False Is The Goodness That Leads Him Into Sorrow And Despair, For It Is Man's Purpose To Be Happy On This Earth And Lead The Way To Felicity And Preach Its Gospel Wherever He Goes. He Who Does Not See The Kingdom Of Heaven In This Life Will Never See It In The Coming Life. We Came Not Into This Life By Exile, But We Came As Innocent Creatures Of God, To Learn How To Worship The Holy And Eternal Spirit And Seek The Hidden Secrets Within Ourselves From The Beauty Of Life.

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The Human Heart Cries Out For Help; The Human Soul Implores Us For Deliverance; But We Do Not Heed Their Cries, For We Neither Hear Nor Understand. But The Man Who Hears And Understands We Call Mad, And Flee From Him. Thus The Nights Pass, And We Live In Unawareness; And The Days Greet Us And Embrace Us. But We Live In Constant Dread Of Day And Night.

The Truly Just Is He Who Feels Half Guilty Of Your Misdeeds.

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If You Sing Of Beauty Though Alone In The Heart Of The Desert You Will Have An Audience.

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.

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Your Living Is Determined Not So Much By What Life Brings To You As By The Attitude You Bring To Life; Not So Much By What Happens To You As By The Way Your Mind Looks At What Happens.

In Truth You Owe Naught To Any Man. You Owe To All Men.

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

A Fox Looked At His Shadow At Sunrise And Said, “i Will Have A Camel For Lunch Today.” And All Morning He Went About Looking For Camels. But At Noon He Saw His Shadow Again-and He Said, “a Mouse Will Do.

You Hate Jesus Because Someone From The North Country Said He Was The Son Of God. But You Hate One Another Because Each Of You Deems Himself Too Great To Be The Brother Of The Next Man.

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

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

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

I Am Ignorant Of Absolute Truth. But I Am Humble Before My Ignorance And Therein Lies My Honor And My Reward.

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

And Alone And Without His Nest Shall The Eagle Fly Across The Sun.

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

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A Truly Religious Man Does Not Embrace A Religion; And He Who Embraces One Has No Religion.

You Are Persecuted And Despised. It Were Better That A Person Should Be The Oppressed Than That He Should Be The Oppressor; And Fitter That He Should Be A Victim To The Frailty Of Human Instincts Than That He Should Be Powerful And Crush The Flowers Of Life And Disfigure The Beauties Of Feeling With His Desire.

The Shepherd Will Deny The Diseased Lamb In Fear Of The Flock.

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Life Is Not Only Merriment,it Is Desire And Determination.

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Persecution Cannot Harm Him Who Stands By Truth. Did Not Socrates Fall Proudly A Victim In Body? Was Not Paul Stoned For The Sake Of The Truth? It Is Our Inner Selves That Hurt Us When We Disobey It, And It Kills Us When We Betray It.

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God Listens Not To Your Words Save When He Himself Utters Them Through Your Lips.

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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.

Love That Is Cleansed By Tears Will Remain Eternally Pure And Beautiful.

Love Descends Upon Our Souls By The Will Of God And Not By The Demand Or The Plea Of The Individual.

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

Love Is Quivering Happiness.

Strange That We All Defend Our Wrongs With More Vigor Than We Do Our Rights.

And Let There Be No Purpose In Friendship Save The Deepening Of The Spirit. For Love That Seeks Aught But The Disclosure Of Its Own Mystery Is Not Love But A Net Cast Forth: And Only The Unprofitable Is Caught.

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.

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Self Confidence

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

Where Is The Justice Of Political Power If It Executes The Murderer And Jails The Plunderer, And Then Itself Marches Upon Neighboring Lands, Killing Thousands And Pillaging The Very Hills?

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?

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Solitude Has Soft, Silky Hands, But With Strong Fingers It Grasps The Heart And Makes It Ache With Sorrow.

Is Not The Beautiful Moon, That Inspires Poets, The Same Moon Which Angers The Silence Of The Sea With A Terrible Roar?

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

Let Your Home Be You Mast And Not Your Anchor.

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

The Chemist Who Can Extract From His Heart's Elements Compassion, Respect, Longing, Patience, Regret, Surprise, And Forgiveness And Compound Them Into One Can Create That Atom Which Is Called Love

Listen To The Women When She Looks At You, Not When She Talks To You.

Love Prides Itself Not Only In The One Who Loves, But Also In The Beloved.

The Truly Great Man Is He Who Would Master No One, And Who Would Be Mastered By None.

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The Veil That Clouds Your Eyes Shall Be Lifted By The Hands That Wove It.

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.

Your House Is Your Larger Body. It Grows In The Sun And Sleeps In The Stillness Of The Night; And It Is Not Dreamless. Does Not Your House Dream, And Dreaming, Leave The City For Grove Or Hilltop?

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.

There Is A Space Between Man's Imagination And Man's Attainment That May Only Be Traversed By His Longing.

Seek Ye Counsel Of The Aged For Their Eyes Have Looked On The Faces Of The Years And Their Ears Have Hardened To The Voices Of Life. Even If Their Counsel Is Displeasing To You, Pay Heed To Them.

And Some Of Your Elders Remember Pleasures With Regret Like Wrongs Committed In Drunkenness. But Regret Is The Beclouding Of The Mind And Not Its Chastisement. They Should Remember Their Pleasures With Gratitude, As They Would The Harvest Of A Summer.

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

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

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.

Let Your Best Be For Your Friend.

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.

To Barter And Lose Is Better Than Not To Go Forth.

Work Is Love Made Visible. And If You Cannot Work With Love But Only With Distaste, It Is Better That You Should Leave Your Work And Sit At The Gate Of The Temple And Take Alms Of Those Who Work With Joy. For If You Bake Bread With Indifference, You Bake A Bitter Bread That Feeds But Half Man's Hunger. And If You Grudge The Crushing Of The Grapes, Your Grudge Distils A Poison In The Wine. 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.

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

You Were Born Together, And Together You Shall Be Forevermore. You Shall Be Together When The White Wings Of Death Scatter Your Days. Ay, You Shall Be Together Even In The Silent Memory Of God. But Let There Be Spaces In Your Togetherness, And Let The Winds Of The Heavens Dance Between You.

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.

He Who Does Not See The Angels And Devils In The Beauty And Malice Of Life Will Be Far Removed From Knowledge, And His Spirit Will Be Empty Of Affection.

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

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

Love Your Enemies

I Would Not Exchange The Laughter Of My Heart For The Fortunes Of The Multitudes.

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.

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

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

The Truly Good Is He Who Is One With All Those Who Are Deemed Bad.

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

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

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.

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

If It Were Not For Guests All Houses Would Be Graves.

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

Prayer Is The Song Of The Heart. It Reaches The Ear Of God Even If It Is Mingled With The Cry And The Tumult Of A Thousand Men.

Our Pain Carves Out A Larger Space For Love To Fill.

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

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.

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

The Universe Is My Country And The Human Family Is My Tribe.

In Friendship Let There Be Laughter And Sharing Of Pleasures.

When Your Friend Speaks His Mind You Fear Not The 'nay' In Your Own Mind, Nor Do You Withhold The 'ay. And When He Is Silent Your Heart Ceases Not To Listen To His Heart; For Without Words, In Friendship, All Thoughts, All Desires, All Expectations Are Born And Shared, With Joy That Is Unacclaimed. 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.

To Understand The Heart And Mind Of A Person, Look Not At What He Has Already Achieved, But At What He Aspires To.

All That Spirits Desire, Spirits Attain.

I Would Not Exchange The Laughter Of My Heart For The Fortunes Of The Multitudes; Nor Would I Be Content With Converting My Tears, Invited By My Agonized Self, Into Calm. It Is My Fervent Hope That My Whole Life On This Earth Will Ever Be Tears And Laughter. Tears That Purify My Heart And Reveal To Me The Secret Of Life And Its Mystery, Laughter That Brings Me Closer To My Fellow Men; Tears With Which I Join The Broken-hearted, Laugher That Symbolizes Joy Over My Very Existence.

God Has Given You A Spirit With Wings On Which To Soar Into The Spacious Firmament Of Love And Freedom. Is It Not Pitiful Than That You Cut Your Wings With Your Own Hands And Suffer Your Soul To Crawl Like An Insect Upon The Earth?

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.

When You Look Closely People Are So Strange & So Complicated That They're Actually Beautiful.

Life Without Freedom Is Like A Body Without A Soul, And Freedom Without Thought Is Like A Confused Spirit. . . . Life, Freedom And Thought Are Three-in-one, And Are Everlasting And Shall Never Pass Away.

Mother: The Most Beautiful Word On The Lips Of Mankind.

Many Of Us Spend Our Whole Lives Running From Feeling With The Mistaken Belief That You Can Not Bear The Pain. But You Have Already Borne The Pain. What You Have Not Done Is Feel All You Are Beyond That Pain.

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?

Sorrow Is Too Great To Exist In Small Hearts.

Spare Me The Political Events And Power Struggles, As The Whole Earth Is My Homeland And All Men Are My Fellow Countrymen.

Would That I Were A Dry Well, And That The People Tossed Stones Into Me, For That Would Be Easier Than To Be A Spring Of Flowing Water That The Thirsty Pass By, And From Which They Avoid Drinking.

Sow A Seed And The Earth Will Yield You A Flower. Dream Your Dream To The Sky And It Will Bring You Your Beloved.

If A Man Loses A Dear Friend, He Looks Around And Sees Many Friends Come To Console And Comfort Him. If A Man Loses His Wealth, After A Little Thought He Will Realize That The Delight That Came From Wealth Will Be Restored By Finding More. Thus He Forgets His Loss And Is Consoled. But If A Man's Heart Is Deprived Of Peace, Where Will He Find It Again, How Will He Replace It?

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

In The Mouth Of Society Are Many Diseased Teeth, Decayed To The Bones Of The Jaws. But Society Makes No Effort To Have Them Extracted And Be Rid Of The Affliction. It Contents Itself With Gold Fillings.

Happiness Is A Myth We Seek, If Manifested Surely Irks; Like River Speeding To The Plain, On Its Arrival Slows And Murks. For Man Is Happy Only In His Aspiration To The Heights; When He Attains His Goal, He Cools And Longs For Other Distant Flights.

The Song Of The Voice Is Sweet, But The Song Of The Heart Is The Pure Voice Of Heaven.

For The Sight Of The Angry Weather Saddens My Soul And The Sight Of The Town, Sitting Like A Bereaved Mother Beneath Layers Of Ice, Oppresses My Heart.

And Let To-day Embrace The Past With Remembrance And The Future With Longing.

As One's Gifts Increase, His Friends Decrease.

Love Is The Only Freedom In The World Because It So Elevates The Spirit That The Laws Of Humanity And The Phenomena Of Nature Do Not Alter Its Course.

And You Would Accept The Seasons Of Your Heart Just As You Have Always Accepted That Seasons Pass Over Your Fields And You Would Watch With Serenity Through The Winters Of Your Grief.

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.

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

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

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

He Who Wears His Morality But As His Best Garment Were Better Naked. The Wind And The Sun Will Tear No Holes In His Skin.

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

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.

Every Man Loves Two Women;the One Is The Creation Of His Imagination And The Other Is Not Yet Born

My Yearning Is My Cup, My Burning Thirst Is My Drink, And My Solitude Is My Intoxication; I Do Not And Shall Not Quench My Thirst. But In This Burning That Is Never Extinguished Is A Joy That Never Wanes.

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