Death most resembles a prophet who is without honor in his own land or a poet who is a stranger among his people.
Khalil GibranAmong the hills, when you sit in the cool shade of the white poplars, sharing the peace and serenity of distant fields and meadows - then let your heart say in silence, "God rests in reason." And when the storm comes, and the mighty wind shakes the forest, and thunder and lightning proclaim the majesty of the sky, - then let your heart say in awe, "God moves in passion.
Khalil GibranYea, death and prison we mete out To small offenders of the laws, While honor, wealth, and full respect On greater pirates we bestow. To steal a flower we call mean. To rob a field is chivalry; Who kills the body he must die, Who kills the spirit he goes free.
Khalil GibranThe earth is like a beautiful bride who needs no manmade jewels to heighten her loveliness.
Khalil Gibran