Khalil Gibran

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.

Money is like love; it kills slowly and painfully the one who withholds it, and enlivens the other who turns it on his fellow man.

Love one another, but make not a bond of love: Let it rather be a moving sea between the shores of your souls.

When you are joyous, look deep into your heart and you shall find it is only that which has given you sorrow that is giving you joy. 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.

Life without Liberty is like a body without spirit. Liberty without thought is like a disturbed spirit.

Life without liberty is like a body without spirit.

And let the winds of the heavens dance between you.

Your clothes conceal much of your beauty, yet they hide not the unbeautiful.

Much of your pain is self-chosen. It is the bitter potion by which the physician within you heals your sick self. Therefore trust the physician, and drink his remedy in silence and tranquility: For his hand, though heavy and hard, is guided by the tender hand of the Unseen, And the cup he brings, though it burn your lips, has been fashioned of the clay which the Potter has moistened with His own sacred tears.

Yes, there is a Nirvanah; it is leading your sheep to a green pasture, and in putting your child to sleep, and in writing the last line of your poem

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.

All things in this vast universe exist in you, with you, and for you.

Give me an ear and I will give you a Voice.

He who denies his heritage, has no heritage

Now I realize that the trees blossom in Spring and bear fruit in Summer without seeking praise; and they drop their leaves in Autumn and become naked in Winter without fearing blame.

The shepherd will deny the diseased lamb in fear of the flock.

What of the old serpent who cannot shed his skin, and calls all others naked and shameless?

You, the strong, have I loved, though the marks of your iron hoofs are yet upon my flesh.

Those who give you a serpent when you ask for a fish, may have nothing but serpents to give.

In the depth of my soul there is a wordless song.

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.