I know faces, because I look through the fabric my own eye weaves, and behold the reality beneath.

Some find Lebanese poet Kahlil Gibran’s poetry preachy and moralizing, but I find it plenty enlightening—it’s hard to object to the melodic, cosmic of mysticism of a line like ‘That which sings and contemplates in you is still dwelling within the bounds of that first moment which scattered the stars into space.’

Cast aside those who liken godliness to whimsy and who try to combine their greed for wealth with their desire for a happy afterlife.

They say if one understands himself, he understands all people. But I say to you, when one loves people, he learns something about himself.

Power lies in reason, resolution, and truth. No matter how long the tyrant endures, he will be the loser at the end.

Love possesses not nor would it be possessed; For love is sufficient unto love. And think not you can direct the course of love, if it finds you worthy, directs your course. Love has no other desire but to fulfill itself.

We were a silent, hidden thought in the folds of oblivion, and we have become a voice that causes the heavens to tremble.