Khalil Gibran

In the sweetness of friendship let there be laughter, and sharing of pleasures. For in the dew of little things the heart finds its morning and is refreshed.

If your heart is a volcano, how shall you expect flowers to bloom?

What difference is there between us, save a restless dream that follows my soul but fears to come near you?

We can safely abandon the doctrine of the eighties, namely that the rich were not working because they had too little money, the poor because they had much.

I wrote in the 'War of Art' that I could divide my life neatly into two parts: before turning pro and after. After is better.

The argument of the broken window pane is the most valuable argument in modern politics.