A madman is not less a musician than you or myself; only the instrument on which he plays is a little out of tune.

Khalil Gibran

Khalil Gibran

Profession: Poet
Nationality: Lebanese

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Love is the only flower that grows and blossoms without the aid of the seasons.

Into the seasonless world where you shall laugh, but not all of your laughter, and weep, but not all of your tears.

The angels know that too many practical men eat their bread with the sweat of the dreamer's brow.

I have loved humanity, I have loved it so much. For me, there are three kinds of men; he who curses life, he who blesses it and he who contemplates it. I loved the first for his wretchedness, the second for his indulgence and the third for his perception.

And there are those who have the truth within them, but they tell it not in words.

Not without a wound in the spirit shall I leave this city.

The selfsame well from which your laughter now rises was once filled with your tears... The deeper sorrow carves into your being, the more joy you can contain.

Only when you drink from the river of silence shall you indeed sing. And when you have reached the mountain top, then you shall begin to climb. And when the earth shall claim your limbs, then shall you truly dance.

They are the sons and daughters of Life's longing for itself.

For self is a sea boundless and measureless.

Your hearts know in silence the secrets of the days and the nights.

Her bones were of bronze and her sinews of the ancient elms, and her eyes were like the sky, wide and daring.

And then I shall come to you, a boundless drop to a boundless ocean.

You may tie my hands with chains and my feet with shackles, and put me in the dark prison, but who shall not enslave my thinking, for it is free, like the breeze in the spacious sky.