You know not that the earth was given in marriage to the sun, and that earth it is who sends us forth to the mountain and the desert. There is a gulf… - Kahlil Gibran

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.

My Soul gave me good counsel, teaching me never to delight in praise or to be distressed by reproach. Before my Soul taught me, I doubted the value of my accomplishments until the passing days sent someone who would extol or disparage them. But now I know that trees blossom in the spring and give their fruits in the summer without any desire for accolades. And they scatter their leaves abroad in the fall and denude themselves in the winter without fear of reproof.

إن النفس الحزينة المتألمة تجد راحة بانضمامها إلى
نفس أخرى تماثلها بالشعور و تشاركها بالإحساس
مثلما يستأنس الغريب بالغريب في أرض بعيدة عن
وطنهما..
فالقلوب التي تدنيها أوجاع الكآبة بعضها من بعض لا
تفرقها بهجة الأفراح و بهرجتها .
فرابطة الحزن أقوى في النفوس من روابط الغبطة و
السرور .
و الحب الذي تغسله العيون بدموعها يظلّ طاهراً
وجميلاً و خالداً.