What do the nationalists say about killers punishing murderers and thieves sentencing looters?

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

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.’

The seasons shall tire and the years grow old, ere they exhaust these words: “Father forgive them, for they know not what they do.

In my thought there is only one universal religion, whose varied paths are but the fingers of the loving hand of the Supreme Being.

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

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.