Build of your imaginings a bower i… For even as you have home—comings… Your house is your larger body. It grows in the sun and sleeps in… Would that I could gather your ho…
The power of charity sows deep in my heart, and I reap and gather the wheat in bundles and give them to the hungry. My soul gives life to the grapevine and I press its bunches and giv...
I would not exchange the sorrows o… For the joys of the multitude. And I would not have the tears th… To flow from my every part turn in… I would that my life remain a tear…
You pray in your distress and in y… For what is prayer but the expansi… And if it is for your comfort to p… And if you cannot but weep when yo… When you pray you rise to meet in…
Would that you could live on the f… But since you must kill to eat, an… And let your board stand an altar… When you kill a beast say to him i… “By the same power that slays you,…
Night fell over North Lebanon and snow was covering the villages surrounded by the Kadeesha Valley, giving the fields and prairies the appearance of a great sheet of parchment upon whic...
There in the middle of the field, by the side of a crystalline stream, I saw a bird—cage whose rods and hinges were fashioned by an expert’s hands. In one corner lay a dead bird, and in...
Marriage in these days is a mockery whose management is in the hands of young men and parents. In most countries the young men win while the parents lose. The woman is looked upon as a ...
Love one another, but make not a b… Let it rather be a moving sea betw… Fill each other’s cup, but drink n… Give one another of your bread, bu… Sing and dance together and be joy…
One hour devoted to the pursuit of… And Love is worth a full century… Given by the frightened weak to th… From that hour comes man’s Truth;… During that century Truth sleeps…
My friend, I am not what I seem.… care—woven garment that protects m… from my negligence. The 'I’ in me, my friend, dwells… therein it shall remain for ever m…
I am a kind word uttered and repea… By the voice of Nature; I am a star fallen from the Blue tent upon the green carpet. I am the daughter of the elements
In the midst of the gardens and hills which connect the city of Beirut with Lebanon there is a small temple, very ancient, dug out of white rock, surrounded by olive, almond, and willow...
Yesterday I drew myself from the noisome throngs and proceeded into the field until I reached a knoll upon which Nature had spread her comely garments. Now I could breathe. I looked b...
One heavy day I ran away from the grim face of society and the dizzying clamor of the city and directed my weary step to the spacious alley. I pursued the beckoning course of the rivule...