Love... it surrounds every being and extends slowly to embrace all that shall be.
Knowledge of the self is the mother of all knowledge. So it is incumbent on me to know my self, to know it completely, to know its minutiae, its characteristics, its subtleties, and its very atoms.
Forget not that the earth delights to feel your bare feet and the winds long to play with your hair.
Love possesses not nor will it be possessed, for love is sufficient unto love.
Life without love is like a tree without blossoms or fruit.
Art is a step from what is obvious and well-known toward what is arcane and concealed.
Your friend is your needs answered.
Wisdom ceases to be wisdom when it becomes too proud to weep, too grave to laugh, and too selfish to seek other than itself.
I love you when you bow in your mosque, kneel in your temple, pray in your church. For you and I are sons of one religion, and it is the spirit.
Sadness is but a wall between two gardens.
For life and death are one, even as the river and the sea are one.
Death most resembles a prophet who is without honor in his own land or a poet who is a stranger among his people.
Out of suffering have emerged the strongest souls the most massive characters are seared with scars.
Where is the justice of political power if it executes the murderer and jails the plunderer, and then itself marches upon neighboring lands, killing thousands and pillaging the very hills?
And forget not that the earth delights to feel your bare feet and the winds long to play with your hair.
Love is trembling happiness.
و لكن ما أغرب سكوت صغيرتي المحبوبة, ما أغرب سكوتها. ذلك السكوت الطويل كالأبدية العميق كأحلام الآلهة-ذلك السكوت الذي لا يترجم إلى أية لغة بشرية. ألا تذكرين أنه لما جاء دورك في الكتابة لم تكتبي؟
Time has been transformed, and we have changed it has advanced and set us in motion it has unveiled its face, inspiring us with bewilderment and exhilaration.
But let there be spaces in your togetherness and let the winds of the heavens dance between you. Love one another but make not a bond of love: let it rather be a moving sea between the shores of your...
No man can reveal to you nothing but that which already lies half-asleep in the dawning of your knowledge.