و من منا لا يتأفف و يتبرم إذا علم أن الأشياء المختصة به دون سواه قد مرت بين أصابع و أمام عيون من ليس لهم الحق بمعرفتها؟
Your reason and your passion are the rudder and the 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....
You ask me how I became a madman. It happened thus: One day, long before many gods were born, I woke from a deep sleep and found all my masks were stolen, the seven masks I have fashioned an worn in s...
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. I...
They dip their pens in our hearts and think they are inspired.
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,...
In much of your talking thinking is half murdered.
Let there be spaces in your togetherness.
The significance of a man is not in what he attains but rather in what he longs to attain.
He who has not looked on Sorrow will never see Joy
Life kisses our faces every morning. Yet, between morning and evening, she laughs at our sorrows.
Your pain is the breaking of the shell that encloses your understanding.
To measure you by your smallest deed is to reckon the ocean by the frailty of its foam.To judge you by your failures
Wake at dawn with a winged heart and give thanks for another day of loving.
The lust for comfort that stealthy thing that enters the house a guest and then becomes a host and then a master.
Let your home be you mast and not your anchor.
If you can see only what light reveals and hear only what sound announces, then in truth you do not see nor do you hear.
My friend, I am not what I seem. Seeming is but a garment I wear - a care-woven garment that protects me from thy questionings and thee from my negligence
Your fear of death is but the trembling of the shepherd when he stands before the king whose hand is to be laid upon him in honour.
Your joy is your sorrow unmasked. And the selfsame well from which your laughter rises was oftentimes filled with your tears. And how else can it be? The deeper that sorrow carves into your being, the...