Words are timeless. You should utter them or write them with a knowledge of their timelessness.

Life is the mistress to be wooed.

Spring is beautiful everywhere, but it is more than beautiful in Lebanon. Spring is the spirit of an unknown God speeding through the world, which, as it reaches Lebanon, pauses, because now it is as at home with the souls of the Prophets and Kings hovering over the land, chanting with the brooks of Judea, the eternal Psalms of Solomon, renewing with the Cedars of Lebanon memories of an ancient glory.

Faith is an oasis in the heart which will never be reached by the caravan of thinking.

I said to Life, I would hear Death speak. And Life raised her voice a little higher and said, You hear him now.

The voice of life in me cannot reach the ear of life in you; but let us talk that we may not feel lonely.

Wisdom stands at the turn in the road and calls upon us publicly, but we consider it false and despise its adherents.