Of life's two chief prizes, beauty and truth, I found the first in a loving heart and the second in a laborer's hand.
Khalil Gibranyou can muffle the drum, and you can loosen the strings of the lyre, but who shall command the skylark not to sing?
Khalil GibranThus with my lips have I denounced you, while my heart, bleeding within me, called you tender names. It was love lashed by its own self that spoke. It was pride half slain that fluttered in the dust. It was my hunger for your love that raged from the housetop, while my own love, kneeling in silence, prayed your forgiveness.
Khalil Gibran