Occupation: Poet Birth: January 6, 1883 Death: April 10, 1931
You give but little when you give of your possessions. It is when you give of yourself that you truly give..
The significance of a man is not in what he attains, but rather what he longs to attain..
For what is it to die but to stand naked in the wind and to melt into the sun? And when the earth shall claim your limbs, then shall you truly dance..
An eye for an eye, and the whole world would be blind..
Yesterday is but today's memory, and tomorrow is today's dream..
No lower can a man descend than to interpret his dreams into gold and silver..
Strange that creatures without backbones have the hardest shells..
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 rad….
Some of our children are our justifications and some are but our regrets.
Pity it is we drowse too soon Pity it is we fall asleep Ere our song encompass the height Ere our hand inherit the deep.
And when you have reached the mountain top, then you shall begin to climb..
Should we all confess our sins to one another we would all laugh at one another for our lack of originality.
Your joy is your sorrow unmasked. And the same well from which your laughter rises was oftentimes filled with your tears. And how else can it be? The….
Spare me the political events and power struggles, as the whole earth is my homeland and all men are my fellow countrymen..
And one of the elders of the city , said , speak to us of good and evil. And he answered : You are good in countless ways , and you are not evil when….
You are not enclosed within your bodies, nor confined to houses or fields. That which is you dwells above the mountain and roves with the wind..
If you sing of beauty though alone in the heart of the desert you will have an audience..
No man can reveal to you nothing but that which already lies half-asleep in the dawning of your knowledge..
Is not the cup that holds your wine the very cup that was burned in the potter’s oven?.
And that which sings and contemplates in you is still dwelling within the bounds of that first moment which scattered the stars into space..
Even as the holy and the righteous cannot rise beyond the highest which is in each one of you, so the wicked and the weak cannot fall lower than the ….