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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.

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Khalil Gibran

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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.

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

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.

For That Which Is Boundless In You Abides In The Mansion Of The Sky, Whose Door Is The Morning Mist, And Whose Windows Are The Songs And The Silences Of Night.

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.

Sadness Is But A Wall Between Two Gardens.

The Nearest To My Heart Are A King Without A Kingdom And A Poor Man Who Does Not Know How To Beg.

Vague And Nebulous Is The Beginning Of All Things, But Not Their End.

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 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.

Some Of Our Children Are Our Justifications And Some Are But Our Regrets

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

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.

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.

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

The Silence Of The Envious Is Too Noisy.

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

Yet You Shall Not Deplore Having Known Blindness, Nor Regret Having Been Deaf. For In That Day You Shall Know The Hidden Purposes In All Things. And You Shall Bless Darkness As You Would Bless Light.

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

The Bird Has An Honor That Man Does Not Have. Man Lives In The Traps Of His Abdicated Laws And Traditions; But The Birds Live According To The Natural Law Of God Who Causes The Earth To Turn Around The Sun.

Love Possesses Not Nor Will It Be Possessed, For Love Is Sufficient Unto Love.

Among The Hills, When You Sit In The Cool Shade Of The White Poplars, Sharing The Peace And Serenity Of Distant Fields And Meadows - Then Let Your Heart Say In Silence, "god Rests In Reason." And When The Storm Comes, And The Mighty Wind Shakes The Forest, And Thunder And Lightning Proclaim The Majesty Of The Sky, - Then Let Your Heart Say In Awe, "god Moves In Passion.

Perhaps Time’s Definition Of Coal Is The Diamond.

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

Your Body Is The Harp Of Your Soul And It Is Yours To Bring Forth Sweet Music From It Or Confused Sounds.

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

The Wolves Prey Upon The Lambs In The Darkness Of The Night, But The Blood Stains Remain Upon The Stones In The Valley Until The Dawn Comes, And The Sun Reveals The Crime To All.

We Are All Like The Bright Moon, We Still Have Our Darker Side.

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

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

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

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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.

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.

Only When You Drink From The River Of Silence Shall You Indeed Sing. And When You Have Reached The Mountain Top, Then You Shall Begin To Climb. And When The Earth Shall Claim Your Limbs, Then Shall You Truly Dance.

My Friend, Be Not Like Him Who Sits By His Fireside And Watches The Fire Go Out, Then Blows Vainly Upon The Dead Ashes. Do Not Give Up Hope Or Yield To Despair Because Of That Which Is Past, For To Bewail The Irretrievable Is The Worst Of Human Frailties.

The Strong Grows In Solitude Where The Weak Withers Away.

You May Strive To Be Like Them But Seek Not To Make Them Like You. For Life Goes Not Backward Nor Tarries With Yesterday.

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

You Talk When You Cease To Be At Peace With Your Thoughts.

Thought Provoking

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.

The Saint And The Sinner Are Twin Brothers...one Was Born But The Moment Before The Other.

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.

Thus With My Lips Have I Denounced You, While My Heart, Bleeding Within Me, Called You Tender Names. It Was Love Lashed By Its Own Self That Spoke. It Was Pride Half Slain That Fluttered In The Dust. It Was My Hunger For Your Love That Raged From The Housetop, While My Own Love, Kneeling In Silence, Prayed Your Forgiveness.

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.

And Let Your Best Be For Your Friend. If He Must Know The Ebb Of Your Tide, Let Him Know Its Flood Also. For What Is Your Friend That Your Should Seek With Him Hours To Kill? Seek With Him Always Hours To Live. For It Is His To Fill Your Need, But Not Your Emptiness. And In The Sweetness Of Friendship, Let There Be Laughter, And The Sharing Of Pleasures. For In The Dew Of Little Things The Heart Finds Its Morning And Is Refreshed.

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

Say Not, 'i Have Found The Truth,' But Rather, 'i Have Found A Truth.'

Perplexity Is The Beginning Of Knowledge.

Braving Obstacles And Hardships Is Braver Than Retreat To Tranquility.

In Friendship Let There Be Laughter And Sharing Of Pleasures.

Jesus Was Not Sent Here To Teach The People To Build Magnificent Churches And Temples Amidst The Cold Wretched Huts And Dismal Hovels. He Came To Make The Human Heart A Temple, And The Soul An Altar, And The Mind A Priest.

And Is Not Time Even As Love Is, Undivided And Paceless?

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Exaggeration Is Truth That Has Lost Its Temper.

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

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

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I Have Never Agreed With My Other Self Wholly. The Truth Of The Matter Seems To Lie Between Us.

I Love You, My Brother, Whoever You Are - Whether You Worship In A Church, Kneel In Your Temple, Or Pray In Your Mosque. You And I Are Children Of One Faith, For The Diverse Paths Of Religion Are Fingers Of The Loving Hand Of The One Supreme Being, A Hand Extended To All, Offering Completeness Of Spirit To All, Eager To Receive All.

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."

Verily All Things Move Within Your Being In Constant Half Embrace, The Desired And The Dreaded, The Repugnant And The Cherished, The Pursued And That Which You Would Escape.

Should We All Confess Our Sins To One Another We Would All Laugh At One Another For Our Lack Of Originality

Love Is Quivering Happiness.

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.

If You Love Somebody, Let Them Go, For If They Return, They Were Always Yours. And If They Don't, They Never Were.

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

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.

Beauty Shall Rise With The Dawn From The East.

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.

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

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.

Your Pain Is The Breaking Of The Shell That Encloses Your Understanding. Even As The Stone Of The Fruit Must Break, That Its Heart May Stand In The Sun, So Must You Know Pain.

He Who Listens To Truth Is Not Less Than He Who Utters Truth.

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?

The Significance Of A Man Is Not In What He Attains, But Rather What He Longs To Attain.

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.

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

Give Your Hearts, But Not Into Each Other's Keeping, For Only The Hand Of God Can Contain Your Hearts.

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.

The Mute Grain Turns To Love Songs When Swallowed By The Nightingale.

Tortoises Can Tell You More About The Road Than Hares.

The Lust For Comfort, That Stealthy Thing That Enters The House A Guest, And Then Becomes A Host, And Then A Master.

Advance, And Never Halt, For Advancing Is Perfection. Advance And Do Not Fear The Thorns In The Path, For They Draw Only Corrupt Blood.

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

Then It Is Also In My Heart To Be Worthy Of Your Hate.

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

To Love Life Through Our Labor Is To Be Intimate With Life's Inmost Secrets.

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

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

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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?

What The Soul Knows Is Often Unknown To The Man Who Has A Soul. We Are Infinitely More Than We Think.

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

Love Is Trembling Happiness.

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.

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

When You Have Solved All The Mysteries Of Life You Long For Death, For It Is But Another Mystery Of Life.

Mystery Of Life

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

There Are Those Who Give With Joy, And That Joy Is Their Reward.

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But Memory Is An Autumn Leaf That Murmurs A While In The Wind And Then Is Heard No More.

They Tell Me: If You See A Slave Sleeping, Do Not Wake Him Lest He Be Dreaming Of Freedom. I Tell Them: If You See A Slave Sleeping, Wake Him And Explain To Him Freedom.

A God Who Is Good Knows No Segregation Amongst Words Or Names. And Were A God To Deny His Blessing To Those Who Pursue A Different Path To Eternity, There Would Be No Human Who Should Offer Worship.

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

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

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.

Virtue Tested: "have I Not Survived Hunger And Thirst, Suffering, And Mockery For The Sake Of The Truth Which Heaven Has Awakened In My Heart?

He Who Requires Urging To Do A Noble Act Will Never Accomplish It.

Yet The Timeless In You Is Aware Of Life's Timelessness, And Knows That Yesterday Is But Today's Memory And Tomorrow Is Today's Dream. And That That Which Sings And Contemplates In You Is Still Dwelling Within The Bounds Of That First Moment Which Scattered The Stars 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 Centre Of His Being, And Moving Not From Love Thought To Love Thought, Nor From Love Deeds To Other Love Deeds? And Is Not Time Even As Love Is, Undivided And Paceless?

Where Can I Find A Man Governed By Reason Instead Of Habits And Urges?

Where Are You Now, My Beloved? Do You Hear My Weeping From Beyond The Ocean? Do You Understand My Need? Do You Know The Greatness Of My Patience?

The Appearance Of Things Changes According To The Emotions; And Thus We See Magic And Beauty In Them, While The Magic And Beauty Are Really In Ourselves.

How Often Have You Sailed In My Dreams. And Now You Come In My Awakening, Which Is My Deeper Dream.

You Often Say, "i Would Give, But Only To The Deserving." The Trees In Your Orchard Say Not So, Nor The Flocks In Your Pasture. They Give That They May Live, For To Withhold Is To Perish.

And As A Single Leaf Turns Not Yellow But With The Silent Knowledge Of The Whole Tree.

O Love, Whose Lordly Hand Has Bridled My Desires, And Raised My Hunger And My Thirst To Dignity And Pride, Let Not The Strong In Me And The Constant Eat The Bread Or Drink The Wine That Tempt My Weaker Self. Let Me Rather Starve, And Let My Heart Parch With Thirst, And Let Me Die And Perish, Ere I Stretch My Hand To A Cup You Did Not Fill, Or A Bowl You Did Not Bless.

If The Other Person Injures You, You May Forget The Injury; But If You Injure Him You Will Always Remember.

Of The Good In You I Can Speak, But Not Of The Evil. For What Is Evil But Good Tortured By Its Own Hunger And Thirst? Verily When Good Is Hungry It Seeks Food Even In Dark Caves, And When It Thirsts It Drinks Even Of Dead Waters.

Beauty Is That Which Attracts Your Soul, And That Which Loves To Give And Not To Receive.

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

Sorrow Is Too Great To Exist In Small Hearts.

Only Love And Death Will Change All Things.

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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.

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

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.

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

I Would Not Exchange The Sorrows Of My Heart For The Joys Of The Multitude. And I Would Not Have The Tears That Sadness Makes To Flow From My Every Part Turn Into Laughter. I Would That My Life Remain A Tear And A Smile.

And Before My Soul Took Me To Task I Was Hard Of Hearing; I Heard Only Tumult And Uproar. But Now I Am All Ears Listening To The Silence And Its Choirs Singing The Hymns Of Time, Intoning The Praises Of The Firmament, Revealing The Secrets Of The Invisible.

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

In The Depths Of Your Hopes And Desires, Lies Your Silent Knowledge Of The Beyond, And Like Seeds Dreaming Beneath The Snow, Your Heart Dreams Of Spring. Trust The Dreams, For In Them Is Hidden The Gate To Eternity.

When You Were A Wandering Desire In The Mist, I Too Was There, A Wandering Desire. Then We Sought One Another, And Out Of Our Eagerness Dreams Were Born. And Dreams Were Time Limitless, And Dreams Were Space Without Measure.

Have You Not Heard Of The Man Who Was Digging In The Earth For Roots And Found A Treasure?

For Reason, Ruling Alone, Is A Force Confining; And Passion, Unattended, Is A Flame That Burns To Its Own Destruction.

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He Who Does Not Prefer Exile To Slavery Is Not Free By Any Measure Of Freedom, Truth And Duty.

Pain And Foolishness Lead To Great Bliss And Complete Knowledge, For Eternal Wisdom Created Nothing Under The Sun In Vain.

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.

When Love Beckons To You, Follow Him, Though His Ways Are Hard And Steep.

All That Spirits Desire, Spirits Attain.

Extreme Torture Is Mute, And So We Sat Silent, Petrified, Like Columns Of Marble Buried Under The Sand Of An Earthquake. Neither Wished To Listen To The Other Because Our Heart-threads Had Become Weak And Even Breathing Would Have Broken Them.

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

As One's Gifts Increase, His Friends Decrease.

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?

My Loneliness Was Born When Men Praised My Talkative Faults And Blamed My Silent Virtues.

The Lights Of Stars That Were Extinguished Ages Ago Still Reaches Us. So It Is With Great Men Who Died Centuries Ago, But Still Reach Us With The Radiations Of Their Personalities.

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

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.

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.

For In Truth It Is Life That Gives Unto Life-while You, Who Deem Yourself A Giver, Are But A Witness.

You Are Good When You Walk To Your Goal Firmly And With Bold Steps. Yet You Are Not Evil When You Go Thither Limping. For Those Who Limp Go Not Backwards. But You Who Are Strong And Swift, See That You Do Not Limp Before The Lame, Deeming It Kindness.

True Love Cannot Be Found Where It Truly Does Not Exist, Nor Can It Be Hidden Where It Truly Does. Anonymous Love Possesses Not Nor Would It Be Possessed; For Love Is Sufficient Unto Love.

The Heart's Affections Are Divided Like The Branches Of The Cedar Tree; If The Tree Loses One Strong Branch; It Will Suffer But It Does Not Die; It Will Pour All Its Vitality Into The Next Branch So That It Will Grow And Fill The Empty Place.

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

For The First Time The Sun Kissed My Own Naked Face And My Soul Was Inflamed With Love For The Sun, And I Wanted My Masks No More. And As If In A Trance I Cried, "blessed, Blessed Are The Thieves Who Stole My Masks." Thus I Became A Madman.

In One Drop Of Water Are Found All The Secrets Of All The Oceans; In One Aspect Of You Are Found All The Aspects Of Existence.

Is Not Dread Of Thirst When Your Well Is Full, The Thirst That Is Unquenchable?

Of Time You Would Make A Stream Upon Whose Bank You Would Sit And Watch Its Flowing. Yet The Timeless In You Is Aware Of Life's Timelessness, And Knows That 'yesterday Is But Today's Memory And Tomorrow Is Today's Dream.

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.

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

There Are Those Who Give Little Of The Much Which They Have - And They Give It For Recognition And Their Hidden Desire Makes Their Gifts Unwholesome.

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.

Forgetfulness Is A Form Of Freedom.

When You Are Born, Your Work Is Placed In Your Heart.

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

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.

Many Are The Places Of Worship, But Few Indeed Are Those Who Worship In Spirit And In Truth.

Keep Me Away From The Wisdom Which Does Not Cry, The Philosophy Which Does Not Laugh And The Greatness Which Does Not Bow Before Children.

Desire Is Half Of Life, Indifference Is Half Of Death.

If Indeed You Must Be Candid, Be Candid Beautifully.

Which Of You Would Be Silent - When All Else Sings Together In Unison?

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

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

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

For A Love To Grow Through The Test Of Everyday Living, One Must Respect That Zone Of Privacy Where One Retires To Relate To The Inside Instead Of The Outside.

Death Changes Nothing But The Mask That Covers Our Faces.

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

Your Thought Describes Laws, Courts, Judges, Punishments. Mine Explains That When Man Makes A Law, He Either Violates It Or Obeys It. If There Is A Basic Law, We Are All One Before It. He Who Disdains The Mean Is Himself Mean. He Who Vaunts His Scorn Of The Sinful Vaunts His Disdain Of All Humanity.

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

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

And Let The Winds Of The Heavens Dance Between You.

Love Is Not Without Its Flaws. The Stronger The Love, The More It Tests You. Compassion And Empathy Will Make True Love Persist.

Love Provided Me With A Tongue And Tears.

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.

Braving Obstacles And Hardships Is Nobler Than Retreat To Tranquility. The Butterfly That Hovers Around The Lamp Until It Dies Is More Admirable Than The Mole That Lives In A Dark Tunnel.

And That Which Sings And Contemplates In You Is Still Dwelling Within The Bounds Of That First Moment Which Scattered The Stars Into Space.

Friendship With The Ignorant Is As Foolish As Arguing With A Drunkard.

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.

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

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

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.

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.

There Is No Secret In The Mystery Of Life Stronger And More Beautiful Than That Attachment Which Converts The Silence Of A Virgin's Spirit Into A Perpetual Awareness That Makes A Person Forget The Past, For It Kindles Fiercely In The Heart The Sweet And Overwhelming Hope Of The Coming Future.

When You Love You Should Not Think You Can Direct The Course Of Love, For Love, If It Finds You Worthy, Directs Your Course.

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