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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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Khalil Gibran

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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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Wisdom Stands At The Turn In The Road And Calls Upon Us Publicly, But We Consider It False And Despise Its Adherents.

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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.

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

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Are You A Politician Asking What Your Country Can Do For You Or A Zealous One Asking What You Can Do For Your Country? If You Are The First, Then You Are A Parasite; If The Second, Then You Are An Oasis In The Desert.

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

Much Of Your Pain Is Self-chosen.

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The Feelings We Live Through In Love And In Loneliness Are Simply, For Us, What High Tide And Low Tide Are To The Sea.

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

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How Beautiful To Find A Heart That Loves You, Without Asking You For Anything, But To Be Okay.

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