March on. Do not tarry. To go forward is to move toward perfection. March on, and fear not the thorns, or the sharp stones on life's path.

My Lebanon is a flock of birds fluttering in the early morning as shepherds lead their sheep into the meadow & rising in the evening as farmers return from their fields and vineyards.You have your Lebanon and its people. I have my Lebanon and its people.

Yesterday is ever jealous of...tomorrow.

Keep me away from the wisdom which does not cry, the philosophy which does not laugh and the greatness which does not bow before children.

And as a single leaf turns not yellow but with the silent knowledge of the whole tree.

Observe the wonders as they occur around you. Don't claim them. Feel the artistry moving through and be silent.

Thus 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.