If I extend an empty hand and in retrieving it and finding it still empty, I feel disappointment, that is foolishness; yet if I extend a hand which is full and yet find no one to receive it, then that is hopelessness.

Who can separate his faith from his actions, or his belief from his occupations?

The lust for comfort, that stealthy thing that enters the house a guest, and then becomes a host, and then a master.

Much of your pain is self-chosen.

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

Love is a magic ray emitted from the burning core of the soul and illuminating the surrounding earth. It enables us to perceive life as a beautiful dream between one awakening and another.

And is not time even as love is, undivided and paceless?