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Title:      Sand and Foam
Author:     Kahlil Gibran
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Title:      Sand and Foam
Author:     Kahlil Gibran

I AM FOREVER walking upon these shores,
Betwixt the sand and the foam,
The high tide will erase my foot-prints,
And the wind will blow away the foam.
But the sea and the shore will remain

Once I filled my hand with mist.
Then I opened it and lo, the mist was a worm.
And I closed and opened my hand again, and behold there was a bird.
And again I closed and opened my hand, and in its hollow stood a man 
with a sad face, turned upward.
And again I closed my hand, and when I opened it there was naught but 
But I heard a song of exceeding sweetness.

It was but yesterday I thought myself a fragment quivering without 
rhythm in the sphere of life.
Now I know that I am the sphere, and all life in rhythmic fragments 
moves within me.

They say to me in their awakening, You and the world you live in are 
but a grain of sand upon the infinite shore of an infinite sea.
And in my dream I say to them, I am the infinite sea, and all worlds 
are but grains of sand upon my shore.

Only once have I been made mute. It was when a man asked me, Who are 

The first thought of God was an angel.
The first word of God was a man.

We were fluttering, wandering, longing creatures a thousand thousand 
years before the sea and the wind in the forest gave us words.
Now how can we express the ancient of days in us with only the sounds 
of our yesterdays?

The Sphinx spoke only once, and the Sphinx said, A grain of sand is a 
desert, and a desert is a grain of sand; and now let us all be silent 
I heard the Sphinx, but I did not understand.

Long did I lie in the dust of Egypt, silent and unaware of the 
Then the sun gave me birth, and I rose and walked upon the banks of 
the Nile,
Singing with the days and dreaming with the nights.
And now the sun threads upon me with a thousand feet that I may lie 
again in the dust of Egypt.
But behold a marvel and a riddle!
The very sun that gathered me cannot scatter me.
Still erect am I, and sure of foot do I walk upon the banks of the 

Remembrance is a form of meeting.

Forgetfulness is a form of freedom.

We measure time according to the movement of countless suns; and they 
measure time by little machines in their little pockets.
Now tell me, how could we ever meet at the same place and the same 

Space is not space between the earth and the sun to one who looks down 
from the windows of the Milky Way.

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

Do not the spirits who dwell in the ether envy man his pain?

On my way to the Holy City I met another pilgrim and I asked him, Is 
this indeed the way to the Holy City?
And he said, Follow me, and you will reach the Holy City in a day and 
a night.
And I followed him. And we walked many days and many nights, yet we 
did not reach the Holy City.
And what was to my surprise he became angry with me because he had 
misled me.

Make me, oh God, the prey of the lion, ere You make the rabbit my 

One may not reach the dawn save by the path of the night.

My house says to me, Do not leave me, for here dwells your past.
And the road says to me, Come and follow me, for I am your future.
And I say to both my house and the road, I have no past, nor have I a 
future. If I stay here, there is a going in my staying; and if I go 
there is a staying in my going. Only love and death will change all 

How can I lose faith in the justice of life, when the dreams of those 
who sleep upon feathers are not more beautiful than the dreams of 
those who sleep upon the earth? Strange, the desire for certain 
pleasures is a part of my pain.

Seven times have I despised my soul:
The first time when I saw her being meek that she might attain height.
The second time when I saw her limping before the crippled.
The third time when she was given to choose between the hard and the 
easy, and she chose the easy.
The fourth time when she committed a wrong, and comforted herself that 
others also commit wrong.
The fifth time when she forbore for weakness, and attributed her 
patience to strength.
The sixth time when she despised the ugliness of a face, and knew not 
that it was one of her own masks.
And the seventh time when she sang a song of praise, and deemed it a 

I AM IGNORANT of absolute truth. But I am humble before my ignorance 
and therein lies my honour and my reward.

There is a space between mans imagination and mans attainment that 
may only be traversed by his longing.

Paradise is there, behind that door, in the next room; but I have lost 
the key.
Perhaps I have only mislaid it.

You are blind and I am deaf and dumb, so let us touch hands and 

The significance of man is not in what he attains, but rather in what 
he longs to attain.

Some of us are like ink and some like paper.
And if it were not for the blackness of some of us, some of us would 
be dumb;
And if it were not for the whiteness of some of us, some of us would 
be blind.

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

Our mind is a sponge; our heart is a stream.
Is it not strange that most of us choose sucking rather than running?

When you long for blessings that you may not name, and when you grieve 
knowing not the cause, then indeed you are growing with all things 
that grow, and rising toward your greater self.

When one is drunk with a vision, he deems his faint expression of it 
the very wine.

You drink wine that you may be intoxicated; and I drink that it may 
sober me from that other wine.

When my cup is empty I resign myself to its emptiness; but when it is 
half full I resent its half-fullness.

The reality of the other person is not in what he reveals to you, but 
in what he cannot reveal to you.
Therefore, if you would understand him, listen not to what he says but 
rather to what he does not say.

Half of what I say is meaningless; but I say it so that the other half 
may reach you.

A sense of humour is a sense of proportion.

My loneliness was born when men praised my talkative faults and blamed 
my silent virtues.

When Life does not find a singer to sing her heart she produces a 
philosopher to speak her mind.

A truth is to be known always, to be uttered sometimes.

The real in us is silent; the acquired is talkative.

The voice of life in me cannot reach the ear of life in you; but let 
us talk that we may not feel lonely.

When two women talk they say nothing; when one woman speaks she 
reveals all of life.

Frogs may bellow louder than bulls, but they cannot drag the plough in 
the field not turn the wheel of the winepress, and of their skins you 
cannot make shoes.

Only the dumb envy the talkative.

If winter should say, Spring is in my heart, who would believe 

Every seed is a longing.

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.

It takes two of us to discover truth: one to utter it and one to 
understand it.

Though the wave of words is forever upon us, yet our depth is forever 

Many a doctrine is like a window pane. We see truth through it but it 
divides us from truth.

Now let us play hide and seek. Should you hide in my heart it would 
not be difficult to find you. But should you hide behind your own 
shell, then it would be useless for anyone to seek you. A woman may 
veil her face with a smile.

How noble is the sad heart who would sing a joyous song with joyous 

He who would understand a woman, or dissect genius, or solve the 
mystery of silence is the very man who would wake from a beautiful 
dream to sit at a breakfast table.

I would walk with all those who walk. I would not stand still to watch 
the procession passing by.

You owe more than gold to him who serves you. Give him of your heart 
or serve him.

Nay, we have not lived in vain. Have they not built towers of our 

Let us not be particular and sectional. The poets mind and the 
scorpions tail rise in glory from the same earth.

Every dragon gives birth to a St. George who slays it.

Trees are poems that the earth writes upon the sky. We fell them down 
and turn them into paper that we may record our emptiness.

Should you care to write (and only the saints know why you should) you 
must needs have knowledge and art and music -- the knowledge of the 
music of words, the art of being artless, and the magic of loving your 

They dip their pens in our hearts and think they are inspired.

Should a tree write its autobiography it would not be unlike the 
history of a race.

If I were to choose between the power of writing a poem and the 
ecstasy of a poem unwritten, I would choose the ecstasy. It is better 
But you and all my neighbours agree that I always choose badly.

Poetry is not an opinion expressed. It is a song that rises from a 
bleeding wound or a smiling mouth.

Words are timeless. You should utter them or write them with a 
knowledge of their timelessness.

A POET IS a dethroned king sitting among the ashes of his palace 
trying to fashion an image out of the ashes.

Poetry is a deal of joy and pain and wonder, with a dash of the 

In vain shall a poet seek the mother of the songs of his heart.

Once I said to a poet, We shall not know your worth until you die.
And he answered saying, Yes, death is always the revealer. And if 
indeed you would know my worth it is that I have more in my heart than 
upon my tongue, and more in my desire than in my hand.

If you sing of beauty though alone in the heart of the desert you will 
have an audience.

Poetry is wisdom that enchants the heart.
Wisdom is poetry that sings in the mind.
If we could enchant mans heart and at the same time sing in his mind,
Then in truth he would live in the shadow of God.

Inspiration will always sing; inspiration will never explain.

We often sing lullabies to our children that we ourselves may sleep.

All our words are but crumbs that fall down from the feast of the 

Thinking is always the stumbling stone to poetry.

A great singer is he who sings our silences.

How can you sing if your mouth be filled with food?
How shall your hand be raised in blessing if it is filled with gold?

They say the nightingale pierces his bosom with a thorn when he sings 
his love song.
So do we all. How else should we sing?

Genius is but a robins song at the beginning of a slow spring.

Even the most winged spirit cannot escape physical necessity.

A madman is not less a musician than you or myself; only the 
instrument on which he plays is a little out of tune.

The song that lies silent in the heart of a mother sings upon the lips 
of her child.

No longing remains unfulfilled.

I have never agreed with my other self wholly. The truth of the matter 
seems to lie between us.

Your other self is always sorry for you. But your other self grows on 
sorrow; so all is well.

There is no struggle of soul and body save in the minds of those whose 
souls are asleep and whose bodies are out of tune.

When you reach the heart of life you shall find beauty in all things, 
even in the eyes that are blind to beauty.

We live only to discover beauty. All else is a form of waiting.

Sow a seed and the earth will yield you a flower. Dream your dream to 
the sky and it will bring you your beloved.

The devil died the very day you were born.
Now you do not have to go through hell to meet an angel.

Many a woman borrows a mans heart; very few could possess it.

If you would possess you must not claim.

When a mans hand touches the hand of a woman they both touch the 
heart of eternity.

Love is the veil between lover and lover.

Every man loves two women; the one is the creation of his imagination, 
and the other is not yet born.

Men who do not forgive women their little faults will never enjoy 
their great virtues.

Love that does not renew itself every day becomes a habit and in turn 
a slavery.

Lovers embrace that which is between them rather than each other.

Love and doubt have never been on speaking terms.

Love is a word of light, written by a hand of light, upon a page of 

Friendship is always a sweet responsibility, never an opportunity.

If you do not understand your friend under all conditions you will 
never understand him.

Your most radiant garment is of the other persons weaving;
Your most savoury meal is that which you eat at the other persons 
Your most comfortable bed is in the other persons house.
Now tell me, how can you separate yourself from the other person?

Your mind and my heart will never agree until your mind ceases to live 
in numbers and my heart in the mist.

We shall never understand one another until we reduce the language to 
seven words.

HOW SHALL MY heart be unsealed unless it be broken?

Only great sorrow or great joy can reveal your truth.
If you would be revealed you must either dance naked in the sun, or 
carry your cross.

Should nature heed what we say of contentment no river would seek the 
sea, and no winter would turn to Spring. Should she heed all we say of 
thrift, how many of us would be breathing this air?

You see but your shadow when you turn your back to the sun.

You are free before the sun of the day, and free before the stars of 
the night;
And you are free when there is no sun and no moon and no star.
You are even free when you close your eyes upon all there is.
But you are a slave to him whom you love because you love him,
And a slave to him who loves you because he loves you.

We are all beggars at the gate of the temple, and each one of us 
receives his share of the bounty of the King when he enters the 
temple, and when he goes out.
But we are all jealous of one another, which is another way of 
belittling the King.

You cannot consume beyond your appetite. The other half of the loaf 
belongs to the other person, and there should remain a little bread 
for the chance guest.

If it were not for your guests all houses would be graves.

Said a gracious wolf to a simple sheep, Will you not honour our house 
with a visit?
And the sheep answered, We would have been honoured to visit your 
house if it were not in your stomach.

I stopped my guest on the threshold and said, Nay, wipe not your feet 
as you enter, but as you go out.

Generosity is not in giving me that which I need more than you do, but 
it is in giving me that which you need more than I do.

You are indeed charitable when you give, and while giving, turn your 
face away so that you may not see the shyness of the receiver.

The difference between the richest man and the poorest is but a day of 
hunger and an hour of thirst.

We often borrow from our tomorrows to pay our debts to our yesterdays.

I too am visited by angels and devils, but I get rid of them.
When it is an angel I pray an old prayer, and he is bored;
When it is a devil I commit an old sin, and he passes me by.

After all this is not a bad prison; but I do not like this wall 
between my cell and the next prisoners cell;
Yet I assure you that I do not wish to reproach the warder not the 
Builder of the prison.

Those who give you a serpent when you ask for a fish, may have nothing 
but serpents to give. It is then generosity on their part.

Trickery succeeds sometimes, but it always commits suicide.

You are truly a forgiver when you forgive murderers who never spill 
blood, thieves who never steal, and liars who utter no falsehood.

He who can put his finger upon that which divides good from evil is he 
who can touch the very hem of the garment of God.

If your heart is a volcano how shall you expect flowers to bloom in 
your hands?

A strange form of self-indulgence! There are times when I would be 
wronged and cheated, that I may laugh at the expense of those who 
think I do not know I am being wronged and cheated.

What shall I say of him who is the pursuer playing the part of the 

Let him who wipes his soiled hands with your garment take your 
garment. He may need it again; surely you would not.

It is a pity that money-changers cannot be good gardeners.

Please do not whitewash your inherent faults with your acquired 
virtues. I would have the faults; they are like mine own.

How often have I attributed to myself crimes I have never committed, 
so that the other person may feel comfortable in my presence.

Even the masks of life are masks of deeper mystery.

You may judge others only according to your knowledge of yourself.
Tell me now, who among us is guilty and who is unguilty?

The truly just is he who feels half guilty of your misdeeds.

Only an idiot and a genius break man-made laws; and they are the 
nearest to the heart of God.

It is only when you are pursued that you become swift.

I have no enemies, O God, but if I am to have an enemy
Let his strength be equal to mine,
That truth alone may be the victor.

You will be quite friendly with your enemy when you both die.

Perhaps a man may commit suicide in self-defence.

Long ago there lived a Man who was crucified for being too loving and 
too lovable.
And strange to relate I met him thrice yesterday.
The first time He was asking a policeman not to take a prostitute to 
prison; the second time He was drinking wine with an outcast; and the 
third time He was having a fist-fight with a promoter inside a church.

If all they say of good and evil were true, then my life is but one 
long crime.

Pity is but half justice.

THE ONLY ONE who has been unjust to me is the one to whose brother I 
have been unjust.

When you see a man led to prison say in your heart, Mayhap he is 
escaping from a narrower prison.
And when you see a man drunken say in your heart, Mayhap he sought 
escape from something still more unbeautiful.

Oftentimes I have hated in self-defence; but if I were stronger I 
would not have used such a weapon.

How stupid is he who would patch the hatred in his eyes with the smile 
of his lips.

Only those beneath me can envy or hate me.
I have never been envied nor hated; I am above no one.
Only those above me can praise or belittle me.
I have never been praised nor belittled; I am below no one.

Your saying to me, I do not understand you, is praise beyond my 
worth, and an insult you do not deserve. How mean am I when life gives 
me gold and I give you silver, and yet I deem myself generous.

When you reach the heart of life you will find yourself not higher 
than the felon, and not lower than the prophet.

Strange that you should pity the slow-footed and not the slow-minded,
And the blind-eyed rather than the blind-hearted.

It is wiser for the lame not to break his crutches upon the head of 
his enemy.

How blind is he who gives you out of his pocket that he may take out 
of your heart.

Life is a procession. The slow of foot finds it too swift and he steps 
And the swift of foot finds it too slow and he too steps out.

If there is such a thing as sin some of us commit it backward 
following our forefathers footsteps;
And some of us commit it forward by overruling our children.

The truly good is he who is one with all those who are deemed bad.

We are all prisoners but some of us are in cells with windows and some 

Strange that we all defend our wrongs with more vigour than we do our 

Should we all confess our sins to one another we would all laugh at 
one another for our lack of originality.
Should we all reveal our virtues we would also laugh for the same 

An individual is above man-made laws until he commits a crime against 
man-made conventions; After that he is neither above anyone nor lower 
than anyone.

Government is an agreement between you and myself. You and myself are 
often wrong.

Crime is either another name of need or an aspect of a disease.

Is there a greater fault than being conscious of the other persons 

If the other person laughs at you, you can pity him; but if you laugh 
at him you may never forgive yourself.
If the other person injures you, you may forget the injury; but if you 
injure him you will always remember.
In truth the other person is your most sensitive self given another 

How heedless you are when you would have men fly with your wings and 
you cannot even give them a feather.

Once a man sat at my board and ate my bread and drank my wine and went 
away laughing at me.
Then he came again for bread and wine, and I spurned him;
And the angels laughed at me.

Hate is a dead thing. Who of you would be a tomb?

It is the honour of the murdered that he is not the murderer.

The tribune of humanity is in its silent heart, never its talkative 

They deem me mad because I will not sell my days for gold;
And I deem them mad because they think my days have a price.

They spread before us their riches of gold and silver, of ivory and 
ebony, and we spread before them our hearts and our spirits.;
And yet they deem themselves the hosts and us the guests.

I would not be the least among men with dreams and the desire to 
fulfill them, rather than the greatest with no dreams and no desires.

The most pitiful among men is he who turns his dreams into silver and 

We are all climbing toward the summit of our hearts desire. Should 
the other climber steal your sack and your purse and wax fat on the 
one and heavy on the other, you should pity him;
The climbing will be harder for his flesh, and the burden will make 
his way longer.
And should you in your leanness see his flesh puffing upward, help him 
a step; it will add to your swiftness.

You cannot judge any man beyond your knowledge of him, and how small 
is your knowledge.

I would not listen to a conqueror preaching to the conquered.

The truly free man is he who bears the load of the bond slave 

A thousand years ago my neighbour said to me, I hate life, for it is 
naught but a thing of pain.
And yesterday I passed by a cemetery and saw life dancing upon his 

Strife in nature is but disorder longing for order.

Solitude is a silent storm that breaks down all our dead branches;
Yet it sends our living roots deeper into the living heart of the 
living earth.

Once I spoke of the sea to a brook, and the brook thought me but an 
imaginative exaggerator;
And once I spoke of a brook to the sea, and the sea thought me but a 
depreciative defamer.

How narrow is the vision that exalts the busyness of the ant above the 
singing of the grasshopper.

The highest virtue here may be the least in another world.

The deep and the high go to the depth or to the height in a straight 
line; only the spacious can move in circles.

IF IT WERE not for our conception of weights and measures we would 
stand in awe of the firefly as we do before the sun.

A scientist without imagination is a butcher with dull knives and 
out-worn scales.
But what would you, since we are not all vegetarians?

When you sing the hungry hears you with his stomach.

Death is not nearer to the aged than to the new-born; neither is life.

If indeed you must be candid, be candid beautifully; otherwise keep 
silent, for there is a man in our neighbourhood who is dying.

Mayhap a funeral among men is a wedding feast among the angels.

A forgotten reality may die and leave in its will seven thousand 
actualities and facts to be spent in its funeral and the building of a 

In truth we talk only to ourselves, but sometimes we talk loud enough 
that others may hear us.

The obvious is that which is never seen until someone expresses it 

If the Milky Way were not within me how should I have seen it or known 

Unless I am a physician among physicians they would not believe that I 
am an astronomer.

Perhaps the seas definition of a shell is the pearl.
Perhaps times definition of coal is the diamond.

Fame is the shadow of passion standing in the light.

A root is a flower that disdains fame.

There is neither religion nor science beyond beauty.

Every great man I have known had something small in his make-up; and 
it was that small something which prevented inactivity or madness or 

The truly great man is he who would master no one, and who would be 
mastered by none.

I would not believe that a man is mediocre simply because he kills the 
criminals and the prophets.

Tolerance is love sick with the sickness of haughtiness.

Worms will turn; but is it not strange that even elephants will yield?

A disagreement may be the shortest cut between two minds.

I am the flame and I am the dry bush, and one part of me consumes the 
other part.

We are all seeking the summit of the holy mountain; but shall not our 
road be shorter if we consider the past a chart and not a guide?

Wisdom ceases to be wisdom when it becomes too proud to weep, too 
grave to laugh, and too self-full to seek other than itself.

Had I filled myself with all that you know what room should I have for 
all that you do not know?

I have learned silence from the talkative, toleration from the 
intolerant, and kindness from the unkind; yet strange, I am ungrateful 
to these teachers.

A bigot is a stone-leaf orator.

The silence of the envious is too noisy.

When you reach the end of what you should know, you will be at the 
beginning of what you should sense.

An exaggeration is a truth that has lost its temper.

If you can see only what light reveals and hear only what sound 
Then in truth you do not see nor do you hear.

A fact is a truth unsexed.

You cannot laugh and be unkind at the same time.

The nearest to my heart are a king without a kingdom and a poor man 
who does not know how to beg.

A shy failure is nobler than an immodest success.

Dig anywhere in the earth and you will find a treasure, only you must 
dig with the faith of a peasant.

Said a hunted fox followed by twenty horsemen and a pack of twenty 
hounds, Of course they will kill me. But how poor and how stupid they 
must be. Surely it would not be worth while for twenty foxes riding on 
twenty asses and accompanied by twenty wolves to chase and kill one 

It is the mind in us that yields to the laws made by us, but never the 
spirit in us.

A traveller am I and a navigator, and every day I discover a new 
region within my soul.

A woman protested saying, Of course it was a righteous war. My son 
fell in it.

I said to Life, I would hear Death speak.
And Life raised her voice a little higher and said, You hear him 

When you have solved all the mysteries of life you long for death, for 
it is but another mystery of life.

Birth and death are the two noblest expressions of bravery.

My friend, you and I shall remain strangers unto life,
And unto one another, and each unto himself,
Until the day when you shall speak and I shall listen
Deeming your voice my own voice;
And when I shall stand before you
Thinking myself standing before a mirror.

They say to me, Should you know yourself you would know all men.
And I say, Only when I seek all men shall I know myself.

MAN IS TWO men; one is awake in darkness, the other is asleep in 

A hermit is one who renounces the world of fragments that he may enjoy 
the world wholly and without interruption.

There lies a green field between the scholar and the poet; should the 
scholar cross it he becomes a wise man; should the poet cross it, he 
becomes a prophet.

Yestereve I saw philosophers in the market-place carrying their heads 
in baskets, and crying aloud, Wisdom! Wisdom for sale!
Poor philosophers! They must needs sell their heads to feed their 
hearts. Said a philosopher to a street sweeper, I pity you. Yours is 
a hard and dirty task.
And the street sweeper said, Thank you, sir. But tell me what is your 
And the philosopher answered saying, I study mans mind, his deeds 
and his desires.
Then the street sweeper went on with his sweeping and said with a 
smile, I pity you too.

He who listens to truth is not less than he who utters truth.

No man can draw the line between necessities and luxuries. Only the 
angels can do that, and the angels are wise and wistful.
Perhaps the angels are our better thought in space.

He is the true prince who finds his throne in the heart of the 

Generosity is giving more than you can, and pride is taking less than 
you need.

In truth you owe naught to any man. You owe all to all men.

All those who have lived in the past live with us now. Surely none of 
us would be an ungracious host.

He who longs the most lives the longest.

They say to me, A bird in the hand is worth ten in the bush.
But I say, A bird and a feather in the bush is worth more than ten 
birds in the hand.
Your seeking after that feather is life with winged feet; nay, it is 
life itself.

There are only two elements here, beauty and truth; beauty in the 
hearts of lovers, and truth in the arms of the tillers of the soil.

Great beauty captures me, but a beauty still greater frees me even 
from itself.

Beauty shines brighter in the heart of him who longs for it than in 
the eyes of him who sees it.

I admire him who reveals his mind to me; I honour him who unveils his 
dreams. But why am I shy, and even a little ashamed before him who 
serves me?

The gifted were once proud in serving princes.
Now they claim honour in serving paupers.

The angels know that too many practical men eat their bread with the 
sweat of the dreamers brow.

Wit is often a mask. If you could tear it you would find either a 
genius irritated or cleverness juggling.

The understanding attributes to me understanding and the dull, 
dullness. I think they are both right.

Only those with secrets in their hearts could divine the secrets in 
our hearts.

He who would share your pleasure but not your pain shall lose the key 
to one of the seven gates of Paradise.

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

We choose our joys and our sorrows long before we experience them.

Sadness is but a wall between two gardens.

When either your joy or your sorrow becomes great the world becomes 

Desire is half of life; indifference is half of death.

The bitterest thing in our todays sorrow is the memory of our 
yesterdays joy.

They say to me, You must needs choose between the pleasures of this 
world and the peace of the next world.
And I say to them, I have chosen both the delights of this world and 
the peace of the next. For I know in my heart that the Supreme Poet 
wrote but one poem, and it scans perfectly, and it also rhymes 

Faith is an oasis in the heart which will never be reached by the 
caravan of thinking.

When you reach your height you shall desire but only for desire; and 
you shall hunger, for hunger; and you shall thirst for greater thirst.

If you reveal your secrets to the wind you should not blame the wind 
for revealing them to the trees.

The flowers of spring are winters dreams related at the breakfast 
table of the angels.

Said a skunk to a tube-rose, See how swiftly I run, while you cannot 
walk nor even creep.
Said the tube-rose to the skunk, Oh, most noble swift runner, please 
run swiftly!

Turtles can tell more about roads than hares.

Strange that creatures without backbones have the hardest shells.

The most talkative is the least intelligent, and there is hardly a 
difference between an orator and an auctioneer.

Be grateful that you do not have to live down the renown of a father 
nor the wealth of an uncle.
But above all be grateful that no one will have to live down either 
your renown or your wealth.

Only when a juggler misses catching his ball does he appeal to me.

The envious praises me unknowingly.

Long were you a dream in your mothers sleep, and then she woke to 
give you birth.

The germ of the race is in your mothers longing.

My father and mother desired a child and they begot me.
And I wanted a mother and a father and I begot night and the sea.

Some of our children are our justifications and some are but our 

When night comes and you too are dark, lie down and be dark with a 
And when morning comes and you are still dark stand up and say to the 
day with a will, I am still dark.
It is stupid to play a role with the night and the day.
They would both laugh at you.

The mountain veiled in mist is not a hill; an oak tree in the rain is 
not a weeping willow.

Behold here is a paradox; the deep and high are nearer to one another 
than the mid-level to either.

When I stood a clear mirror before you, you gazed into me and saw your 
Then you said, I love you.
But in truth you loved yourself in me.

When you enjoy loving your neighbour it ceases to be a virtue.

Love which is not always springing is always dying.

You cannot have youth and the knowledge of it at the same time;
For youth is too busy living to know, and knowledge is too busy 
seeking itself to live. You may sit at your window watching the 
passers-by. And watching you may see a nun walking toward your right 
hand, and a prostitute toward your left hand.
And you may say in your innocence, How noble is the one and how 
ignoble is the other.
But should you close your eyes and listen awhile you would hear a 
voice whispering in the ether, One seeks me in prayer, and the other 
in pain. And in the spirit of each there is a bower for my spirit.

Once every hundred years Jesus of Nazareth meets Jesus of the 
Christian in a garden among the hills of Lebanon. And they talk long; 
and each time Jesus of Nazareth goes away saying to Jesus of the 
Christian, My friend, I fear we shall never, never agree.

May God feed the over-abundant!

A great man has two hearts; one bleeds and the other forbears.

Should one tell a lie which does not hurt you nor anyone else, why not 
say in your heart that the house of his facts is too small for his 
fancies, and he had to leave it for larger space?

Behind every closed door is a mystery sealed with seven seals.

Waiting is the hoofs of time.

What if trouble should be a new window in the Eastern wall of your 

You may forget the one with whom you have laughed, but never the one 
with whom you have wept.

There must be something strangely sacred in salt. It is in our tears 
and in the sea.

Our God in His gracious thirst will drink us all, the dewdrop and the 

You are but a fragment of your giant self, a mouth that seeks bread, 
and a blind hand that holds the cup for a thirsty mouth.

If you would rise but a cubit above race and country and self you 
would indeed become godlike.

If I were you I would not find fault with the sea at low tide.
It is a good ship and our Captain is able; it is only your stomach 
that is in disorder.

Should you sit upon a cloud you would not see the boundary line 
between one country and another, nor the boundary stone between a farm 
and a farm.
It is a pity you cannot sit upon a cloud.

Seven centuries ago seven white doves rose from a deep valley flying 
to the snow-white summit of the mountain. One of the seven men who 
watched the flight said, I see a black spot on the wing of the 
seventh dove.
Today the people in that valley tell of seven black doves who flew to 
the summit of the snowy mountain.

In the autumn I gathered all my sorrows and buried them in my garden.
And when April returned and spring came to wed the earth, there grew 
in my garden beautiful flowers unlike all other flowers.
And my neighbours came to behold them, and they all said to me, When 
autumn comes again, at seeding time, will you not give us of the seeds 
of these flowers that we may have them in our gardens?

It is indeed misery if I stretch an empty hand to men and receive 
nothing; but it is hopelessness if I stretch a full hand and find none 
to receive.

I long for eternity because there I shall meet my unwritten poems and 
my unpainted pictures.

Art is a step from nature toward the Infinite.

A work of art is a mist carved into an image.

Even the hands that make crowns of thorns are better than idle hands.

Our most sacred tears never seek our eyes.

Every man is the descendant of every king and every slave that ever 

If the great-grandfather of Jesus had known what was hidden within 
him, would he not have stood in awe of himself?

Was the love of Judas mother of her son less than the love of Mary 
for Jesus?

There are three miracles of our Brother Jesus not yet recorded in the 
Book: the first that He was a man like you and me, the second that He 
had a sense of humour, and the third that He knew He was a conqueror 
though conquered.

Crucified One, you are crucified upon my heart; and the nails that 
pierce your hands pierce the walls of my heart.
And tomorrow when a stranger passes by this Golgotha he will not know 
that two bled here.
He will deem it the blood of one man.

You may have heard of the Blessed Mountain.
It is the highest mountain in our world.
Should you reach the summit you would have only one desire, and that 
to descend and be with those who dwell in the deepest valley.
That is why it is called the Blessed Mountain.

Every thought I have imprisoned in expression I must free by my deeds. 

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