Pity the nation whose statesman is a fox, whose philosopher is a juggler, and whose art is the art of patching and mimicking. Pity the nation that welcomes its new ruler with trumpetings, and farewells him with hootings, only to welcome another ruler with trumpetings again. Pity the nation whose sages are dumb with years and whose strong men are yet in the cradle. Pity the nation divided into fragments, each fragment deeming itself a nation.
Khalil GibranNo human relation gives one possession in anotherโevery two souls are absolutely different. In friendship or in love, the two side by side raise hands together to find what one cannot reach alone.
Khalil GibranSaying this, he turned his head toward the window as if he were trying to solve the problems of human existence by concentrating on the beauty of the universe.
Khalil Gibran