In vain we build the city if we do not first build the man.

Three were the fates. Poverty that chains; gray drudgery that grinds the hope away, and gaping ignorance that starves the soul.

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.

To throw oneself to the side of the oppressed is the only dignified thing to do in life.

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.

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.