But you who walk facing the sun, what images drawn on the earth can hold you? You who travel with the wind, what weathervane shall direct your course….

If in the twilight of memory we should meet once more,we shall speak again together and you shall sing to me a deeper song. And if our hands should m….

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 fi….

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, a….

I would tell you more of Him, but how shall I? When love becomes vast love becomes wordless. And when memory is overladen it seeks the silent deep..

The biggest thing in today's sorrow is the memory of yesterday's joy..

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 thr….

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 are limited, not by our abilities, but by our vision..

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 o….

For even as love crowns you so shall he crucify you. Even as he is for your growth so is he for your pruning. Even as he ascends to your height and c….

Have you not heard of the man who was digging in the earth for roots and found a treasure?.

Happiness is a vine that takes root and grows within the heart, never outside it..

Art is a step from what is obvious and well-known toward what is arcane and concealed..

Your joy can fill you only as deeply as your sorrow has carved you..

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..

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 posse….

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 d….

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 o….

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 ….

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 o….