I have met the soul walking upon my path.

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

Does the song of the sea end at the shore or in the hearts of those who listen to it?

My Soul gave me good counsel, teaching me that the lamp which I carry does not belong to me, and the song that I sing was not generated from within me.

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

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.’

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