If I were capable of assisting someone, I would do it in a manner that would cause the person seeking assistance to work, so he assists himself.

At this moment, my soul is in Lebanon, my heart in Paris, and my body in New York.

The West for me means ambition, the East contentment. My heart is ever in one, my soul in the other.

We can not understand each other, if our sympathies are always safely tucked away; we can not understand each other, if our approaches are always academic or conventional; we can not understand each other, if we crawl back into our shells every time we see a worm across our path.

Like matter itself, an ideal is mutable, but indestructible. It does not die; it only undergoes a change.

The heart yields spontaneity; the mind bends to understanding.

My first wish is to be simple in my actions, truthful in my speech, honest in my opinions, and natural in my behavior. In other words, I want to be clean in mind, heart, and body.