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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?

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Khalil Gibran

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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?

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In The Sweetness Of Friendship Let There Be Laughter, And Sharing Of Pleasures. For In The Dew Of Little Things The Heart Finds Its Morning And Is Refreshed.

Work Is Love Made Visable.

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

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.

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

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.

Love Is Life Sharing, Not For Hurt, Love Is Alive Both Not Ambiguous. Love Is Whole Life, Not An Affair.

I Had A Second Birth When My Soul And My Body Loved One Another And Were Married.

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.

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.

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

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

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.

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

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.

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?

Doubt Is A Pain Too Lonely To Know That Faith Is His Twin Brother. Doubt Is A Foundling Unhappy And Astray, And Though His Own Mother Who Gave Him Birth Should Find Him And Enfold Him, He Would Withdraw In Caution And In Fear.

For To Be Idle Is To Become A Stranger Unto The Seasons, And To Step Out Of Life’s Procession That Marches In Majesty And Proud Submission Towards The Infinite.

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?

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

Exaggeration Is Truth That Has Lost Its Temper.

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

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.

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.

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.

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.

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

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

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.

And If There Come The Singers, And The Dancers And The Flute Players - Buy Of Their Gifts Also. For They Too Are Gatherers Of Fruit And Frankincense, And That Which They Bring, Though Fashioned Of Dreams, Is Raiment And Fod For Your Soul.

Sorrow Is Too Great To Exist In Small Hearts.

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.

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.

Nor Shall Derision Prove Powerful Against Those Who Listen To Humanity Or Those Who Follow In The Footsteps Of Divinity, For They Shall Live Forever. Forever.

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.

Much Of Your Pain Is Self-chosen.

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.

When God Created Man, He Gave Him Music As A Language Different From All Other Languages. And Early Man Sang His Glory In The Wilderness; And Drew The Hearts Of Kings And Moved Them From Their Thrones.

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

The Optimist Sees The Rose And Not Its Thorns; The Pessimist Stares At The Thorns, Oblivious To The Rose.

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

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.

Coming Generations Will Learn Equality From Poverty, And Love From Woes.

Verily The Lust For Comfort Murders The Passion Of The Soul, And Then Walks Grinning In The Funeral.

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.

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

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

Your House Is Your Larger Body.

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.

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

If I Extend An Empty Hand And In Retrieving It And Finding It Still Empty, I Feel Disappointment, That Is Foolishness; Yet If I Extend A Hand Which Is Full And Yet Find No One To Receive It, Then That Is Hopelessness.

Your Reason And Your Passion Are Your Rudder And Sails Of Your Seafaring Soul, If Either Your Sails Or Your Rudder Be Broken, You Can But Toss And Drift, Or Else Be Held At A Standstill In Mid-seas. For Reason, Ruling Alone, Is A Force Confining; And Passion, Unattended, Is A Flame That Burns To Its Own Destruction.

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

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.

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

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.

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."

Half Of What I Say Is Meaningless; But I Say It So That The Other Half May Reach You.

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

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

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

It Is Wrong To Think That Love Comes From Long Companionship And Persevering Courtship. Love Is The Offspring Of Spiritual Affinity And Unless That Affinity Is Created In A Moment, It Will Not Be Created For Years Or Even Generations.

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.

Perplexity Is The Beginning Of Knowledge.

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

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

A Word I Want To See Written On My Grave: I Am Alive Like You, And I Am Standing Beside You. Close Your Eyes And Look Around, You Will See Me In Front Of You.

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

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

Oh, Lord God, Have Mercy On Me And Mend My Broken Wings.

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

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.

Love Is Quivering Happiness.

All That Spirits Desire, Spirits Attain.

We Shall Never Understand One Another Until We Reduce The Language To Seven Words.

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.

Do Not Be Merciful, But Be Just, For Mercy Is Bestowed Upon The Guilty Criminal, While Justice Is All That The Innocent Man Requires.

Tell Your Secret To The Wind, But Don't Blame It For Telling The Trees.

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.

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.

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.

I Am The Lover's Gift; I Am The Wedding Wreath; I Am The Memory Of A Moment Of Happiness; I Am The Last Gift Of The Living To The Dead; I Am A Part Of Joy And A Part Of Sorrow.

We Are All Prisoners But Some Of Us Are In Cells With Windows And Some Without.

Wisdom Is Not In Words; Wisdom Is Meaning Within Words.

Words Of Wisdom

When I Planted My Pain In The Field Of Patience It Bore Fruit Of Happiness.

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

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

If I Accept The Sunshine And Warmth, Then I Must Also Accept The Thunder And Lightning.

All Our Words Are But Crumbs That Fall Down From The Feast Of The Mind.

Sit By Me, My Beloved, And Listen To My Heart; Smile, For Your Happiness Is A Symbol Of Our Future.

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.

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

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.

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.

When You Are Sorrowful Look Again In Your Heart, And You Shall See That In Truth You Are Weeping For That Which Has Been Your Delight. Some Of You Say, "joy Is Greater Than Sorrow," And Others Say, "nay, Sorrow Is The Greater." But I Say Unto You, They Are Inseparable. Together They Come, And When One Sits Alone With You At Your Board, Remember That The Other Is Asleep Upon Your Bed. Verily You Are Suspended Like Scales Between Your Sorrow And Your Joy.

Love One Another, But Make Not A Bond Of Love.

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.

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.

Pity The Nation Whose Statesman Is A Fox, Whose Philosopher Is A Juggler, And Whose Art Is The Art Of Patching And Mimicking. Pity The Nation That Welcomes Its New Ruler With Trumpetings, And Farewells Him With Hootings, Only To Welcome Another Ruler With Trumpetings Again. Pity The Nation Whose Sages Are Dumb With Years And Whose Strong Men Are Yet In The Cradle. Pity The Nation Divided Into Fragments, Each Fragment Deeming Itself A Nation.

If You Are Poor, Shun Association With Him Who Measures Men With The Yardstick Of Riches.

Love Has The Power That Dispels Death; Charm That Conquers The Enemy.

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

Whoever Would Be A Teacher Of Men Let Him Begin By Teaching Himself Before Teaching Others; And Let Him Teach By Example Before Teaching By Word. For He Who Teaches Himself And Rectifies His Own Ways Is More Deserving Of Respect And Reverence Than He Who Would Teach Others And Rectify Their Ways.

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

Keeping Secrets

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

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

Your Friend Is Your Needs Answered.

...unless The Exchange Be In Love And Kindly Justice, It Will But Lead Some To Greed And Others To Hunger.

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

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

The Biggest Thing In Today's Sorrow Is The Memory Of Yesterday's Joy.

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

For Love Is Sufficient Unto Love.

Weddings And Love

As The Strings Of A Lute Are Apart Though They Quiver The Same Music.

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.

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

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.

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

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

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.

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

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

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

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

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

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.

You Have Your Ideology And I Have Mine.

When The Earth Shall Claim Your Limbs, Then Shall You Truly Dance.

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

Inspirational Love

The Most Wonderful Thing, Mary, Is That You And I Are Always Walking Together, Hand In Hand, In A Strangely Beautiful World, Unknown To Other People. We Both Stretch One Hand To Receive From Life - And Life Is Generous Indeed.

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.

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.

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

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

He Alone Is Great Who Turns The Voice Of The Wind Into A Song Made Sweeter By His Own Loving.

I Prefer To Be A Dreamer Among The Humblest, With Visions To Be Realized, Than Lord Among Those Without Dreams And Desires.

He Who Repeats What He Does Not Understand Is No Better Than An Ass That Is Loaded With Books.

The Ageless Melody, Unheard, Heals; The Healing Vision, Unseen, Leads; The True Leaders, Immortal, Know...

I Wash My Hands Of Those Who Imagine Chattering To Be Knowledge, Silence To Be Ignorance, And Affection To Be Art.

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.

The Most Pitiful Among Men Is He Who Turns His Dreams Into Silver And Gold.

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

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.

Poetry Is A Deal Of Joy And Pain And Wonder, With A Dash Of The Dictionary.

Enthusiasm Is A Volcano On Whose Top Never Grows The Grass Of Hesitation.

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.

Life Is Weaker Than Death And Death Is Weaker Than Truth.

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

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.

Say Not, 'i Have Found The Truth,' But Rather, 'i Have Found A Truth.' Say Not, ' I Have Found The Path Of The Soul.' Say Rather, 'i Have Met The Soul Walking Upon My Path.' For The Soul Walks Upon All Paths. The Soul Walks Not Upon A Line, Neither Does It Grow Like A Reed. The Soul Unfolds Itself, Like A Lotus Of Countless Petals.

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.

Defeat, My Defeat, My Deathless Courage, You And I Shall Laugh Together With The Storm, And Together We Shall Dig Graves For All That Die In Us, And We Shall Stand In The Sun With A Will, And We Shall Be Dangerous

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.

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.

Truth Is A Deep Kindness That Teaches Us To Be Content In Our Everyday Life And Share With The People The Same Happiness.

Birth And Death Are The Two Noblest Expressions Of Bravery.

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.

Should You Really Open Your Eyes And See, You Would Behold Your Image In All Images. And Should You Open Your Ears And Listen, You Would Hear Your Own Voice In All Voices.

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

In The Depth Of My Soul There Is A Wordless Song.

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

In Every Aspect Of The Day Jesus Was Aware Of The Father. He Beheld Him In The Clouds And In The Shadows Of The Clouds That Pass Over The Earth.

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

Out Of Suffering Have Emerged The Strongest Souls; The Most Massive Characters Are Seared With Scars.

Men Who Do Not Forgive Women Their Little Faults Will Never Enjoy Their Great Virtues.

Beauty Is Eternity Gazing At Itself In A Mirror.

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

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.

Love Provided Me With A Tongue And Tears.

Education Sows Not Seeds In You, But Makes Your Seeds Grow.

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!"

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.

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.

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

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?

Tolerance Is Love Sick With The Sickness Of Haughtiness.

You Can Muffle The Drum, And You Can Loosen The Strings Of The Lyre, But Who Shall Command The Skylark Not To Sing?

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.

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.

Often Times I Have Hated In Self-defense; If I Were Stronger I Would Not Have Used Such A Weapon.

I Once Heard A Learned Man Say, "every Evil Has Its Remedy, Except Folly. To Reprimand An Obstinate Fool Or To Preach To A Dolt Is Like Writing Upon The Water. Christ Healed The Blind, The Halt, The Palsied, And The Leprous. But The Fool He Could Not Cure."

Love Is A Magic Ray Emitted From The Burning Core Of The Soul And Illuminating The Surrounding Earth. It Enables Us To Perceive Life As A Beautiful Dream Between One Awakening And Another.

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

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

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]

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 Envier Praises Me Unknowingly.

Follow Your Heart. Your Heart Is The Right Guide In Everything Big. Mine Is So Limited. What You Want To Do Is Determined By That Divine Element That Is In Each Of Us.

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

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.

Believing Is A Fine Thing, But Placing Those Beliefs Into Execution Is A Test Of Strength. Many Are Those Who Talk Like The Roar Of The Sea, Gut Their Lives Are Shallow And Stagnant, Like The Rotting Marshes. Many Are Those Who Lift Their Heads Above The Mountain Tops, But Their Spirits Remain Dormant In The Obscurity Of The Caverns.

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

Darkness Is Dawn Not Yet Born.

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

Life Is The Mistress To Be Wooed.

Let There Be Spaces In Your Togetherness

Thinking Is Always The Stumbling Stone To Poetry.

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

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

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