Your body is the harp of your soul and it is yours to bring forth sweet music from it or confused sounds.

Love that does not renew itself every day becomes a habit and in turn a slavery.

Those to whom worshiping is a window, to open but also to shut, have not yet visited the house of their souls whose windows are open from dawn to dawn.

I purified my lips with sacred fire that I might speak of love, but when I opened my mouth to speak, I found myself mute.

Take then this Book, look into it, and show me when Jesus was not forgiving. Read this diving tragedy and tell me where He speaks without mercy and compassion. You visit not the sick and the imprisoned; nor do you feed the hungry or give refuge to the stranger or comfort to the mourner.

Love is all I can possess and no one can deprive me of it. Kahlil Gibran (Visions of the Prophet)

Zeal is a volcano, the peak of which the grass of indecisiveness does not grow.