Should you reach the summit you would have only one desire, and that to descend and be with those who dwell in the deepest valley.

Art is a step from nature toward the Infinite.

But above all be grateful that no one will have to live down either your renown or your wealth.

Sadness is but a wall between two gardens.

When I stood a clear mirror before you, you gazed into me and saw your image.

You are but a fragment of your giant self, a mouth that seeks bread, and a blind hand that holds the cup for a thirsty mouth.

That is why it is called the Blessed Mountain.

Once every hundred years Jesus of Nazareth meets Jesus of the Christian in a garden among the hills of Lebanon. And they talk long; and each time Jesus of Nazareth goes away saying to Jesus of the Christian, "My friend, I fear we shall never, never agree."

May God feed the over-abundant!

But in truth you loved yourself in me.

Our most sacred tears never seek our eyes.

Seven centuries ago seven white doves rose from a deep valley flying to the snow-white summit of the mountain. One of the seven men who watched the flight said, "I see a black spot on the wing of the seventh dove."

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Crucified One, you are crucified upon my heart; and the nails that pierce your hands pierce the walls of my heart.

In the autumn I gathered all my sorrows and buried them in my garden.

We choose our joys and our sorrows long before we experience them.

If the great-grandfather of Jesus had known what was hidden within him, would he not have stood in awe of himself?

Should you sit upon a cloud you would not see the boundary line between one country and another, nor the boundary stone between a farm and a farm.

When you enjoy loving your neighbour it ceases to be a virtue.

When you reach your height you shall desire but only for desire; and you shall hunger, for hunger; and you shall thirst for greater thirst.

Every thought I have imprisoned in expression I must free by my deeds.

It is a pity you cannot sit upon a cloud.

There must be something strangely sacred in salt. It is in our tears and in the sea.

If you would rise but a cubit above race and country and self you would indeed become godlike.

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

If you reveal your secrets to the wind you should not blame the wind for revealing them to the trees.

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Long were you a dream in your mothers sleep, and then she woke to give you birth.

Desire is half of life; indifference is half of death.

And you may say in your innocence, "How noble is the one and how ignoble is the other."

And I say to them, "I have chosen both the delights of this world and the peace of the next. For I know in my heart that the Supreme Poet wrote but one poem, and it scans perfectly, and it also rhymes perfectly."

The flowers of spring are winters dreams related at the breakfast table of the angels.

You may forget the one with whom you have laughed, but never the one with whom you have wept.

They say to me, "You must needs choose between the pleasures of this world and the peace of the next world."

And my neighbours came to behold them, and they all said to me, "When autumn comes again, at seeding time, will you not give us of the seeds of these flowers that we may have them in our gardens?"

They would both laugh at you.

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Even the hands that make crowns of thorns are better than idle hands.

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The germ of the race is in your mothers longing.

If I were you I would not find fault with the sea at low tide.

The most talkative is the least intelligent, and there is hardly a difference between an orator and an auctioneer.

What if trouble should be a new window in the Eastern wall of your house?

He will deem it the blood of one man.

And when April returned and spring came to wed the earth, there grew in my garden beautiful flowers unlike all other flowers.

Was the love of Judas mother of her son less than the love of Mary for Jesus?

Be grateful that you do not have to live down the renown of a father nor the wealth of an uncle.

It is indeed misery if I stretch an empty hand to men and receive nothing; but it is hopelessness if I stretch a full hand and find none to receive.

You cannot have youth and the knowledge of it at the same time;

Every man is the descendant of every king and every slave that ever lived.

Only when a juggler misses catching his ball does he appeal to me.

Should one tell a lie which does not hurt you nor anyone else, why not say in your heart that the house of his facts is too small for his fancies, and he had to leave it for larger space?

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Behold here is a paradox; the deep and high are nearer to one another than the mid-level to either.

Said the tube-rose to the skunk, "Oh, most noble swift runner, please run swiftly!"

You may have heard of the Blessed Mountain.

Waiting is the hoofs of time.

It is a good ship and our Captain is able; it is only your stomach that is in disorder.

My father and mother desired a child and they begot me.

I long for eternity because there I shall meet my unwritten poems and my unpainted pictures.

There are three miracles of our Brother Jesus not yet recorded in the Book: the first that He was a man like you and me, the second that He had a sense of humour, and the third that He knew He was a conqueror though conquered.

The envious praises me unknowingly.

Love which is not always springing is always dying.

Our God in His gracious thirst will drink us all, the dewdrop and the tear.

Behind every closed door is a mystery sealed with seven seals.

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Today the people in that valley tell of seven black doves who flew to the summit of the snowy mountain.

When night comes and you too are dark, lie down and be dark with a will.

Turtles can tell more about roads than hares.

The bitterest thing in our todays sorrow is the memory of our yesterdays joy.

Yes, there is a Nirvana; it is in leading your sheep to a green pasture, and in putting your child to sleep, and in writing the last line of your poem.

A great man has two hearts; one bleeds and the other forbears.

Some of our children are our justifications and some are but our regrets.

But should you close your eyes and listen awhile you would hear a voice whispering in the ether, "One seeks me in prayer, and the other in pain. And in the spirit of each there is a bower for my spirit."

It is the highest mountain in our world.

And when morning comes and you are still dark stand up and say to the day with a will, "I am still dark."

A work of art is a mist carved into an image.

When either your joy or your sorrow becomes great the world becomes small.

And tomorrow when a stranger passes by this Golgotha he will not know that two bled here.