When I planted my pain in the field of patience it bore fruit of happiness.

...unless the exchange be in love and kindly justice, it will but lead some to greed and others to hunger.

Love has no other desire but to fulfill itself.

We shall never understand one another until we reduce the language to seven words.

Yet the timeless in you is aware of life's timelessness, And knows that yesterday is but today's memory and tomorrow is today's dream. And that that which sings and contemplates in you is still dwelling within the bounds of that first moment which scattered the stars into space. Who among you does not feel that his power to love is boundless? And yet who does not feel that very love, though boundless, encompassed within the centre of his being, and moving not from love thought to love thought, nor from love deeds to other love deeds? And is not time even as love is, undivided and paceless?

Women opened the windows of my eyes and the doors of my spirit. Had it not been for the woman-mother, the woman-sister, and the woman-friend, I would have been sleeping among those who seek the tranquility of the world with their snoring.

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