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

The crest and crowning of all good, life's final star, is Brotherhood.

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

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.

I (God) will leave man to make the fateful guess, Will leave him torn between the no and yes, Leave him unresting till he rests in me, Drawn upward by the choice that makes him free, Leave him in tragic loneliness to choose, With all in life to win or all to lose.

There is a destiny which makes us brothers; none goes his way alone. All that we send into the lives of others comes back into our own.

I fear the vermin that shall undermineSenate and citadel and school and shrine.