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in vain shall a poet seek the mother of the songs of his heart。
once i said to a poet； 〃we shall not know your worth until you die。〃
and he answered saying； 〃yes； death is always the revealer。 and if indeed you would know my worth it is that i have more in my heart than upon my tongue； and more in my desire than in my hand。〃
if you sing of beauty though alone in the heart of the desert you will have an audience。
poetry is wisdom that enchants the heart。
wisdom is poetry that sings in the mind。
if we could enchant mans heart and at the same time sing in his mind；
then in truth he would live in the shadow of god。
inspiration will always sing； inspiration will never explain。
we often sing lullabies to our children that we ourselves may sleep。
all our words are but crumbs that fall down from the feast of the mind。
thinking is always the stumbling stone to poetry。
a great singer is he who sings our silences。
how can you sing if your mouth be filled with food？
how shall your hand be raised in blessing if it is filled with gold？
they say the nightingale pierces his bosom with a thorn when he sings his love song。
so do we all。 how else should we sing？
genius is but a robins song at the beginning of a slow spring。
even the most winged spirit cannot escape physical necessity。
a madman is not less a musician than you or myself； only the instrument on which he plays is a little out of tune。
the song that lies silent in the heart of a mother sings upon the lips of her child。
no longing remains unfulfilled。
i have never agreed with my other self wholly。 the truth of the matter seems to lie between us。
your other self is always sorry for you。 but your other self grows on sorrow； so all is well。
there is no struggle of soul and body save in the minds of those whose souls are asleep and whose bodies are out of tune。
when you reach the heart of life you shall find beauty in all things； even in the eyes that are blind to beauty。
we live only to discover beauty。 all else is a form of waiting。
sow a seed and the earth will yield you a flower。 dream your dream to the sky and it will bring you your beloved。
the devil died the very day you were born。
now you do not have to go through hell to meet an angel。
many a woman borrows a mans heart； very few could possess it。
if you would possess you must not claim。
when a mans hand touches the hand of a woman they both touch the heart of eternity。
love is the veil between lover and lover。
every man loves two women； the one is the creation of his imagination； and the other is not yet born。
men who do not forgive women their little faults will never enjoy their great virtues。
love that does not renew itself every day bees a habit and in turn a slavery。
lovers embrace that which is between them rather than each other。
love and doubt have never been on speaking terms。
love is a word of light； written by a hand of light； upon a page of light。
friendship is always a sweet responsibility； never an opportunity。
if you do not understand your friend under all conditions you will never understand him。
your most radiant garment is of the other persons weaving；
you most savoury meal is that which you eat at the other persons table；
your most fortable bed is in the other persons house。
now tell me； how can you separate yourself from the other person？
your mind and my heart will never agree until your mind ceases to live in numbers and my heart in the mist。
we shall never understand one another until we reduce the language to seven words。
how shall my heart be unsealed unless it be broken？
only great sorrow or great joy can reveal your truth。
if you would be revealed you must either dance naked in the sun； or carry your cross。
should nature heed what we say of contentment no river would seek the sea； and no winter would turn to spring。 should she heed all we say of thrift； how many of us would be breathing this air？
you see but your shadow when you turn your back to the sun。
you are free before the sun of the day； and free before the stars of the night；
and you are free when there is no sun and no moon and no star。
you are even free when you close your eyes upon all there is。
but you are a slave to him whom you love because you love him；
and a slave to him who loves you because he loves you。
we are all beggars at the gate of the temple； and each one of us receives his share of the bounty of the king when he enters the temple； and when he goes out。
but we are all jealous of one another； which is another way of belittling the king。
you cannot consume beyond your appetite。 the other half of the loaf belongs to the other person； and there should remain a little bread for the chance guest。
if it were not for your guests all houses would be graves。
said a gracious wolf to a simple sheep； 〃will you not honour our house with a visit？〃
and the sheep answered； 〃we would have been honoured to visit your house if it were not in your stomach。〃
i stopped my guest on the threshold and said； 〃nay； wipe not your feet as you enter； but as you go out。〃
generosity is not in giving me that which i need more than you do； but it is in giving me that which you need more than i do。
you are indeed charitable when you give； and while giving； turn your face away so that you may not see the shyness of the receiver。
the difference between the richest man and the poorest is but a day of hunger and an hour of thirst。
we often borrow from our tomorrows to pay our debts to our yesterdays。
i too am visited by angels and devils； but i get rid of them。
when it is an angel i pray an old prayer； and he is bored；
when it is a devil i mit an old sin； and he passes me by。
after all this is not a bad prison； but i do not like this wall between my cell and the next prisoners cell；
yet i assure you that i do not wish to reproach the warder not the builder of the prison。
those who give you a serpent when you ask for a fish； may have nothing but serpents to give。 it is then generosity on their part。
trickery succeeds sometimes； but it always mits suicide。
you are truly a forgiver when you forgive murderers who never spill blood； thieves who never steal； and liars who utter no falsehood。
he who can put his finger upon that which divides good from evil is he who can touch the very hem of the garment of god。
if your heart is a volcano how shall you expect flowers to bloom in your hands？
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SAND AND FOAM（second part）
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sand and foam（second part）
a strange form of self…indulgence！ there are times when i would be wronged and cheated； that i may laugh at the expense of those who think i do not know i am being wronged and cheated。
what shall i say of him who is the pursuer playing the part of the pursued？
let him who wipes his soiled hands with your garment take your garment。 he may need it again； surely you would not。
it is a pity that money…changers cannot be good gardeners。
please do not whitewash your inherent faults with your acquired virtues。 i would have the faults； they are lik