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...
Truth is a deep kindness that teaches us to be content in our everyday life and share with the people the same happiness.
I wash my hands of those who imagine chattering to be knowledge, silence to be ignorance, and affection to be art.
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?
When love beckons to you, follow him, Though his ways are hard and steep. And when his wings enfold you yield to him, Though the sword hidden among his pinions may wound you.
Faith is a knowledge within the heart, beyond the reach of proof.
Yesterday is but today's memory, and tomorrow is today's dream.
When you work you are a flute through whose heart the whispering of the hours turns to music. Which of you would be a reed, dumb and silent, when all else sings together in unison?
Nor shall derision prove powerful against those who listen to humanity or those who follow in the footsteps of divinity, for they shall live forever. Forever.
And forget not that the earth delights to feel your bare feet and the winds long to play with your hair.
I existed from all eternity and, behold, I am here and I shall exist till the end of time, for my being has no end.
No man can reveal to you nothing but that which already lies half-asleep in the dawning of your knowledge.
In the sweetness of friendship let there be laughter, and sharing of pleasures. For in the dew of little things the heart finds its morning and is refreshed.
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.
I have learned silence from the talkative, toleration from the intolerant, and kindness from the unkind yet, strange, I am ungrateful to those teachers.
Your children are not your children. They are the sons and daughters of Life's longing for itself. They came through you but not from you and though they are with you yet they belong not to you.
Trust in dreams, for in them is hidden the gate to eternity.
Yesterday we obeyed kings and bent our necks before emperors. But today we kneel only to truth, follow only beauty, and obey only love.
Poetry is a deal of joy and pain and wonder, with a dash of the dictionary.