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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.

-Khalil Gibran

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Work Is Love Made

Khalil Gibran

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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.

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To Know The Pain Of Too Much Tenderness

March On. Do Not Tarry. To Go Forward Is To Move Toward Perfection. March On, And Fear Not The Thorns, Or The Sharp Stones On Life's Path.

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?

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

You Cannot Lay Remorse Upon The Innocent Nor Lift It From The Heart Of The Guilty. Unbidden Shall It Call In The Night, That Men May Wake And Gaze Upon Themselves.

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.

Madness Is The First Step Towards Unselfishness. Be Mad And Tell Us What Is Behind The Veil Of "sanity". The Purpose Of Life Is To Bring Us Closer To Those Secrets, And Madness Is The Only Means.

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.

Yesterday Is Ever Jealous Of...tomorrow.

Art Arises When The Secret Vision Of The Artist And The Manifestation Of Nature Agree To Find New Shapes.

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Philosophy Began When Man Ate The Produce Of The Earth And Suffered Indigestion.

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For Truth And The Spirit Will Abide With The Morrow.

And You Receivers - And You Are All Receivers - Assume No Weight Of Gratitude, Lest You Lay A Yoke Upon Yourself And Upon Him Who Gives. Rather Rise Together With The Giver On His Gifts As On Wings; For To Be Overmindful Of Your Debt, Is To Doubt His Generosity Who Has The Free Hearted Earth For Mother, And God For Father.

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

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

He Is Short-sighted Who Looks Only On The Path He Treads And The Wall On Which He Leans.

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They Deem Me Mad Because I Will Not Sell My Days For Gold; And I Deem Them Mad Because They Think My Days Have A Price.

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In The Depth Of My Soul There Is A Wordless Song - A Song That Lives In The Seed Of My Heart. It Refuses To Melt With Ink On Parchment; It Engulfs My Affection In A Transparent Cloak And Flows, But Not Upon My Lips.

A Friend Who Is Far Away Is Sometimes Much Nearer Than One Who Is At Hand. Is Not The Mountain Far More Awe-inspiring And More Clearly Visible To One Passing Through The Valley Than To Those Who Inhabit The Mountain?

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And When You Were A Silent Word Upon Life's Quivering Lips, I Too Was There, Another Silent Word. Then Life Uttered Us And We Came Down The Years Throbbing With Memories Of Yesterday And With Longing For Tomorrow, For Yesterday Was Death Conquered And Tomorrow Was Birth Pursued.

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.

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

It Is Well To Give When Asked, But It Is Better To Give Unasked, Through Understanding; And To The Open-handed The Search For One Who Shall Receive Is Joy Greater Than Giving.

The True Wealth Of A Nation Lies Not In It's Gold Or Silver But In It's Learning, Wisdom And In The Uprightness Of Its Sons.

Remember, One Just Man Causes The Devil Greater Affliction Than A Million Blind Believers.

But Now I Have Learned To Listen To Silence. To Hear Its Choirs Singing The Song Of Ages, Chanting The Hymns Of Space, And Disclosing The Secrets Of Eternity.

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At Ebb Tide I Wrote A Line Upon The Sand, And Gave It All My Heart And All My Soul. At Flood Tide I Returned To Read What I Had Inscribed And Found My Ignorance Upon The Shore.

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Our God, Who Art Our Winged Self, It Is Thy Will In Us That Willeth. It Is Thy Desire In Us That Desireth. It Is Thy Urge In Us That Would Turn Our Nights, Which Are Thine, Into Days Which Are Thine Also. We Cannot Ask Thee For Aught, For Thou Knowest Our Needs Before They Are Born In Us: Thou Art Our Need; And In Giving Us More Of Thyself Thou Givest Us All.

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They Have Exiled Me Now From Their Society And I Am Pleased, Because Humanity Does Not Exile Except The One Whose Noble Spirit Rebels Against Despotism And Oppression. He Who Does Not Prefer Exile To Slavery Is Not Free By Any Measure Of Freedom

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

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In Battling Evil, Excess Is Good; For He Who Is Moderate In Announcing The Truth Is Presenting Half-truth. He Conceals The Other Half Out Of Fear Of People's Wrath.

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Birth And Death Are The Two Noblest Expressions Of Bravery.

The Just Is Close To The People's Heart, But The Merciful Is Close To The Heart Of God.

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.

Tenderness And Kindness Are Not Signs Of Weakness And Despair, But Manifestations Of Strength And Resolution.

Your Soul Is Oftentimes A Battlefield, Upon Your Reason And Your Judgment Wage War Against Your Passion And Your Appetite.

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I Have Learned Silence From The Talkative, Toleration From The Intolerant, And Kindness From The Unkind; Yet, Strange, I Am Ungrateful To Those Teachers.

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

God Created Music As A Common Language For All Men. It Inspires The Poets, The Composers And The Architects. It Lures Us To Search Our Souls For The Meaning Of The Mysteries Described In Ancient Books.

Oh Heart, If One Should Say To You That The Soul Perishes Like The Body, Answer That The Flower Withers, But The Seed Remains.

I Have Found Both Freedom And Safety In My Madness; The Freedom Of Loneliness And The Safety From Being Understood, For Those Who Understand Us Enslave Something In Us.

And Your Fragrance Shall Be My Breath, And Together We Shall Rejoice Through All The Seasons.

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

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.

All Things In This Vast Universe Exist In You, With You, And For You.

When You Are Sorrowful, Look Again.

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

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

Our Worst Fault Is Our Preoccupation With The Faults Of Others.

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

Then A Lawyer Said, But What Of Our Laws, Master? And He Answered: 'you Delight In Laying Down Laws. Yet You Delight More In Breaking Them.

A Woman Whom Providence Has Provided With Beauty Of Spirit And Body Is A Truth, At The Same Time Both Open And Secret, Which We Can Understand Only By Love, And Touch Only By Virtue.

Doubt Is A Pain Too Lonely To Know That Faith Is His Twin Brother.

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.

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.

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

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

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.

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

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 Strong Grows In Solitude Where The Weak Withers Away.

Saying This, He Turned His Head Toward The Window As If He Were Trying To Solve The Problems Of Human Existence By Concentrating On The Beauty Of The Universe.

But You Who Walk Facing The Sun, What Images Drawn On The Earth Can Hold You?

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

There Is Within Me A Friend Who Consoles Me Every Time That Troubles Overwhelm Me And Misfortunes Afflict Me. The Man Who Does Not Feel Friendship Towards Himself Is A Public Enemy, And He Who Finds No Confidant Within Himself Will Die Of Despair. For Life Streams Out Of Man's Inner Self And In No Way From What Surrounds Him.

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

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

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.

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.

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.

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.

Seven Times Have I Despised My Soul: The Sixth Time When She Despised The Ugliness Of A Face, And Knew Not That It Was One Of Her Own Masks.

There Are Those Who Give With Joy, And That Joy Is Their Reward. And There Are Those Who Give With Pain, And That Pain Is Their Baptism. And 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. Through The Hands Of Such As These God Speaks, And From Behind Their Eyes He Smiles Upon The Earth.

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.

The Soul Unfolds Itself, Like A Lotus Of Countless Petals.

All That Spirits Desire, Spirits Attain.

Joy And Sorrow Are Inseparable. . . Together They Come And When One Sits Alone With You . . Remember That The Other Is Asleep Upon Your Bed.

Do Not Keep Crying When Your Love Has Been Gone. You Only Need Smile Because He Had Been Given You The Opportunity To Meet Someone Who Is Better.

Real Beauty Lies In The Spiritual Accord That Is Called Love Which Can Exist Between A Man And A Woman.

Art Is A Step In The Known Toward The Unknown

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.

Verily The Kindness That Gazes Upon Itself In A Mirror Turns To Stone, And A Good Deed That Calls Itself By Tender Names Becomes The Parent To A Curse.

Wailing And Lamentation Befit Those Who Stand Before The Throne Of Life And Depart Without Leaving In Its Hands A Drop Of The Sweat Of Their Brows Or The Blood Of Their Hearts.

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

To Judge You By Your Failures Is To Cast Blame Upon The Seasons For Their Inconstancy.

Observe The Wonders As They Occur Around You. Don't Claim Them. Feel The Artistry Moving Through And Be Silent.

Even While The Earth Sleeps We Travel.

The Envier Praises Me Unknowingly.

Trees Are Poems That The Earth Writes Upon The Sky.

It Is Slavery To Live In The Mind Unless It Has Become Part Of The Body

You Progress Not Through What Has Been Done, But Reaching Towards What Has Yet To Be Done.

Learn The Words Of Wisdom Uttered By The Wise And Apply Them In Your Own Life. Live Them - But Do Not A Make A Show Of Reciting Them, For He Who Repeats What He Does Not Understand Is No Better Than An Ass Loaded With Books.

Words Of Wisdom

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

I Use Hate As A Weapon To Defend Myself; Had I Been Strong, I Would Never Have Needed That Kind Of Weapon.

Your Clothes Conceal Much Of Your Beauty, Yet They Hide Not The Unbeautiful.

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

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.

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.

They Give That They May Live, For To Withhold Is To Perish.

Art Is A Step From What Is Obvious And Well-known Toward What Is Arcane And Concealed.

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Faith Is A Knowledge Within The Heart, Beyond The Reach Of Proof.

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

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.

Wisdom Ceases To Be Wisdom When It Becomes Too Proud To Weep, Too Grave To Laugh, And Too Selfish To Seek Other Than Itself.

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

But If You Love And Must Needs Have Desires, Let These Be Your Desires: To Melt And Be Like A Running Brook That Sings Its Melody To The Night. To Know The Pain Of Too Much Tenderness. To Be Wounded By Your Own Understanding Of Love; And To Bleed Willingly And Joyfully. To Wake At Dawn With A Winged Heart And Give Thanks For Another Day Of Loving; To Rest At Noon Hour And Meditate Love's Ecstasy; To Return Home At Eventide With Gratitude; And Then To Sleep With A Prayer For The Beloved In Your Heart And A Song Of Praise On Your Lips.

A Man Can Be Free Without Being Great, But No Man Can Be Great Without Being Free.

We Wanderers, Ever Seeking The Lonelier Way, Begin No Day Where We Have Ended Another Day; And No Sunrise Finds Us Where Sunset Left Us.

When You Love You Should Not Say, “god Is In My Heart,” But Rather, “i Am In The Heart Of God.

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

Hate Is A Dead Thing. Who Of You Would Be A Tomb?

Like The Ocean Is Your God-self; It Remains For Ever Undefiled. And Like The Ether It Lifts But The Winged. Even Like The Sun Is Your God-self; It Knows Not The Ways Of The Mole Nor Seeks It The Holes Of The Serpent. But Your God-self Does Not Dwell Alone In Your Being. Much In You Is Still Man, And Much In You Is Not Yet Man, But A Shapeless Pigmy That Walks Asleep In The Mist Searching For Its Own Awakening.

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

For The Vision Of One Man Lends Not Its Wings To Another Man.

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.

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?

But Let There Be Spaces In Your Togetherness And Let The Winds Of The Heavens Dance Between You. Love One Another But Make Not A Bond Of Love: Let It Rather Be A Moving Sea Between The Shores Of Your Souls.

Disagreement May Be The Shortest Cut Between Two Minds.

Only Those Return To Eternity Who On Earth Seek Out Eternity.

Life Without Liberty Is Like A Body Without Spirit. Liberty Without Thought Is Like A Disturbed Spirit.

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.

Let There Be Spaces In Your Togetherness...just As Strings Of A Lute Dance Alone Though They Quiver With The Same Music.

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.

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.

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

My Soul Gave Me Good Counsel, Teaching Me Never To Delight In Praise Or To Be Distressed By Reproach. Before My Soul Taught Me, I Doubted The Value Of My Accomplishments Until The Passing Days Sent Someone Who Would Extol Or Disparage Them. But Now I Know That Trees Blossom In The Spring And Give Their Fruits In The Summer Without Any Desire For Accolades. And They Scatter Their Leaves Abroad In The Fall And Denude Themselves In The Winter Without Fear Of Reproof.

Only Yesterday I Was No Different Than Them, Yet I Was Saved. I Am Explaining To You The Way Of Life Of A People Who Say Every Sort Of Wicked Thing About Me Because I Sacrificed Their Friendship To Gain My Own Soul. I Left The Dark Paths Of Their Duplicity And Turned My Eyes Toward The Light Where There Is Salvation, Truth, And Justice. They Have Exiled Me Now From Their Society, Yet I Am Content. Mankind Only Exiles The One Whose Large Spirit Rebels Against Injustice And Tyranny. He Who Does Not Prefer Exile To Servility Is Not Free In The True And Necessary Sense Of Freedom.

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.

Man Struggles To Find Life Outside Himself, Unaware That The Life He Is Seeking Is Within Him.

Like Sheaves Of Corn It Gathers You Unto Itself. It Threshes You To Make You Naked. It Sifts You To Free You From Your Husks. It Grinds You To Whiteness. It Kneads You Until You Are Pliant. And Then It Assigns You To Its Sacred Fire, That You May Become Sacred Bread For God's Sacred Feast. All These Things Shall Love Do Unto You That You May Know The Secrets Of Your Heart, And In That Knowledge Become A Fragment Of Life's Heart.

Life Unfolds Itself In Mysteries Ways.

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

Many Are The Fools Who Say That Jesus Stood In His Own Path And Opposed Himself; That He Knew Not His Own Mind, And In The Absence Of That Knowledge Confounded Himself.

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.

Generosity Is Giving More Than You Can, And Pride Is Taking Less Than You Need.

Reason Without Learning Is Like The Untilled Soil, Or Like The Human Body That Lacks Nourishment.

Who Can Separate His Faith From His Actions, Or His Belief From His Occupations?

Now I Realize That The Trees Blossom In Spring And Bear Fruit In Summer Without Seeking Praise; And They Drop Their Leaves In Autumn And Become Naked In Winter Without Fearing Blame.

All Men Love You For Themselves. I Love You For Yourself.

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.

Spring Is Beautiful Everywhere, But It Is More Than Beautiful In Lebanon. Spring Is The Spirit Of An Unknown God Speeding Through The World, Which, As It Reaches Lebanon, Pauses, Because Now It Is As At Home With The Souls Of The Prophets And Kings Hovering Over The Land, Chanting With The Brooks Of Judea, The Eternal Psalms Of Solomon, Renewing With The Cedars Of Lebanon Memories Of An Ancient Glory.

Love Is Timeless.... Death Does Not Separate The Lover From The Beloved.

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

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

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.

I Came Here To Be For All And With All, And What I Do Today In My Solitude Will Be Echoed Tomorrow By The Multitude. What I Say Now With One Heart Will Be Said Tomorrow By Thousands Of Hearts.

Love One Another, But Make Not A Bond Of Love: Let It Rather Be A Moving Sea Between The Shores Of Your Souls. Fill Each Other's Cup But Drink Not From One Cup. Give One Another Of Your Bread But Eat Not From The Same Loaf Sing And Dance Together And Be Joyous, But Let Each One Of You Be Alone, Even As The Strings Of A Lute Are Alone Though They Quiver With The Same Music.

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

Perplexity Is The Beginning Of Knowledge.

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