Accept the seasons of your heart, even as you have always accepted the seasons that pass over your fields. And you would watch with serenity through the winters of your grief.

— Kahlil Gibran

All our words are but crumbs that fall down from the feast of the mind.

— Kahlil Gibran

And a man said, speak to us of self-knowledge. And he answered, saying:Your hearts know in silence the secrets of the days and the nights. But your ears thirst for the sound of your heart's knowledge. You would know in words that which you have always known in thought. You would touch with your fingers the naked body of your dreams. And it is well that you should. The hidden well-spring of your soul must needs rise and run murmuring to the sea;and the treasure of your infinite depths would be revealed to your eyes. But let there be no scales to weigh your unknown treasure;And seek not the depths of your knowledge with staff or sounding line. For self is a sea boundless and measureless.

— Kahlil Gibran

And even as each one of you stands alone in God's knowledge, so must each one of you be alone in his knowledge of God and in his understanding of the earth.

— Kahlil Gibran

And forget not that the earth delights to feel your bare feet and the winds long to play with your hair

— Kahlil Gibran

And how shall you punish those whose remorse is already greater than their misdeeds?

— Kahlil Gibran

And if you would know God, be not therefore a solver of riddles. Rather look about you, and you shall see Him playing with your children. And look into space; you shall see Him walking in the cloud, outstretching His arms in the lightning and descending in rain. You shall see Him smiling in flowers, then rising and waving His hands in trees.

— Kahlil Gibran

And let there be no purpose in friendship save the deepening of the spirit. For love that seeks aught, but the disclosure of its own mystery is not love but a net cast forth: and only the unprofitable is caught.

— Kahlil Gibran

And let your board stand an altar on which the pure and the innocent of forest and plain are sacrificed for that which is purer and still more innocent in man.

— Kahlil Gibran

And my heart bled within me; for you can only be free when even the desire of seeking freedom becomes a harness to you, and when you cease to speak of freedom as a goal and a fulfillment. You should be free indeed when your days are not without care nor your nights without a word and a grief, but rather when these things girdle your life and yet you rise above them naked unbound.

— Kahlil Gibran