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 pro….

Your friend is your needs answered. He is your field which you sow with love and reap with thanksgiving. And he is your board and your fireside. For ….

I sit between my brother the mountain and my sister the sea. We three are one in loneliness, and the love that binds us together is deep and strong a….

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 ….

Humanity is a river of light running from the ex-eternity to eternity..

Say not, 'I have found the truth,' but rather, 'I have found a truth.'.

The tears that you spill, the sorrowful, are sweeter than the laughter of snobs and the guffaws of scoffers..

A look which reveals inward stress adds more beauty to the face, no matter how much tragedy and pain it bespeaks; but the face which, in silence, doe….

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, ….

Reason without learning is like the untilled soil, or like the human body that lacks nourishment..

Prayer is the song of the heart. It reaches the ear of God even if it is mingled with the cry and the tumult of a thousand men..

Love is the veil between lover and lover..

And now you ask in your heart, ‘How shall we distinguish that which is good in pleasure from that which is not good?’ Go to your fields and your gard….

The just is close to the people's heart, but the merciful is close to the heart of God..

You who are strong and swift, see that you do not limp before the lame, deeming it kindness..

Hallow the body as a temple to comeliness and sanctify the heart as a sacrifice to love; love recompenses the adorers..

Who can depart from his pain and aloneness without regret? Too many fragments of the spirit have I scattered in these streets, and too many are the c….

What difference is there between us, save a restless dream that follows my soul but fears to come near you?.

The mute grain turns to love songs when swallowed by the nightingale..

And then to sleep with a prayer for the beloved in your heart and a song of praise upon your lips..

Science and religion are in full accord, but science and faith are in complete discord..