By a divine paradox, wherever there is one slave there are two. So in the wonderful reciprocities of being, we can never reach the higher levels until all our fellows ascend with us.

It is better to rust out than wear out.

Here is the Truth in a little creed, Enough for all the roads we go: In Love is all the law we need, In Christ is all the God we know.

Oft when the white, still dawn lifted the skies and pushed the hills apart, I have felt it like a glory in my heart.

Mr. Rihani is a man of ardent poetic temperament, a clever poet, and a man of unworldly ideals.

At the heart of the cyclone tearing the sky is a place of central calm.

Defeat may serve as well as victory To shake the soul and let the glory out. When the great oak is straining in the wind, The boughs drink in new beauty and the trunk Sends down a deeper root on the windward side. Only the soul that knows the mighty grief Can know the mighty rapture, Sorrows come To stretch out spaces in the heart for joy.