Poetry, my dear friends, is a sacred incarnation of a smile. Poetry is a sigh that dries the tears. Poetry is a spirit who dwells in the soul, whose nourishment is the heart, whose wine is affection. Poetry that comes not in this form is a false messiah.
Khalil GibranI use hate as a weapon to defend myself; had I been strong, I would never have needed that kind of weapon.
Khalil Gibran