I am the infinite sea, and all worlds are but grains of sand upon my shore.

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

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.’

Vain are the beliefs and teachings that make man miserable, and false is the goodness that leads him into sorrow and despair, for it is man's purpose to be happy on this earth and lead the way to felicity and preach its gospel wherever he goes.

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

I have learned that the place where I subsist is all places, and the space I occupy is all intervals.

All that you see was and is for your sake. The numerous books, uncanny markings, and beautiful thoughts are the ghosts of souls who preceded you.