It is when your spirit goes wander… That you, alone and unguarded, com… And for that wrong committed must… Like the ocean is your god—self; It remains for ever undefiled.
A prince stood on the balcony of his palace addressing a great multitude summoned for the occasion and said, “Let me offer you and this whole fortunate country my congratulations upon t...
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...
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...
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…
In the stillest hour of the night, as I lay half asleep, my seven selves sat together and thus conversed in whisper: First Self: Here, in this madman, I have dwelt all these years, wit...
In the city of Shawakis lived a prince, and he was loved by everyone, men and women and children. Even the animals of the field came unto him in greeting. But all the people said that...
Where are you, my beloved? Are yo… Paradise, watering the flowers who… As infants look upon the breast of… Or are you in your chamber where t… Virtue has been placed in your hon…
He is a link between this and the… He is A pure spring from which all thirs… He is a tree watered by the River… Fruit which the hungry heart crave…
I was eighteen years of age when love opened my eyes with its magic rays and touched my spirit for the first time with its fiery fingers, and Selma Karamy was the first woman who awaken...
Once there came to the court of the Prince of Birkasha a dancer with her musicians. And she was admitted to the court, and she danced before the prince to the music the lute and the flu...
There was a Christian bishop in h… And the bishop looked upon the wom… And even as he spoke a bolt from t… And the men of the city came runni…
Your hearts know in silence the se… But your ears thirst for the sound… You would know in words that which… You would touch with your fingers… And it is well you should.
Of the good in you I can speak, b… For what is evil but good tortured… Verily when good is hungry it seek… You are good when you are one with… Yet when you are not one with your…
Your children are not your childre… They are the sons and daughters of… They come through you but not from… And though they are with you yet t… You may give them your love but no…