Give me a flute and let me sing,
And through my soul let music ring;
Heaven's melody alone will ever remain,
All of earth's objects are but vain.

-- Kahlil Gibran
(in A Treasury of Kahlil Gibran,
translated by Anthony Rizcallah Ferris)

In the depth of my soul there is
A wordless song -- a song that lives
In the seed of my heart.
          . . . . .
It is a song composed by contemplation,
And published by silence,
And shunned by clamour,
And folded by truth,
And repeated by dreams,
And understood by love,
And hidden by awakening,
And sung by the soul.


-- Kahlil Gibran
(in The Treasury of Kahlil Gibran,
translated by Anthony Rizcallah Ferris,
edited by Martin L. Wolf)

Many great men attained their glory by surrendering themselves in complete submission to the will of the spirit, employing no reluctance or resistance to its demands, as a violin surrenders itself to the complete will of a fine musician.


-- Kahlil Gibran
(in The Treasury of Kahlil Gibran,
translated by Anthony Rizcallah Ferris,
edited by Martin L. Wolf)

The song of the voice is sweet, but the song of the heart is the pure voice of heaven.

-- Kahlil Gibran
(in The Treasury of Kahlil Gibran,
translated by Anthony Rizcallah Ferris,
edited by Martin L. Wolf)