The Prophet (Macmillan Collector's Library) by Kahlil Gibran (2016-07-14)

by Kahlil Gibran

Aye, you shall be together even in the silent memory of God. But let there be spaces in your togetherness. And let the winds of the heavens dance between you.

And the oak tree and the cypress grow not in each other’s shadow.

You give but little when you give of your possessions. It is when you give of yourself that you truly give.

Work is love made visible. And if you cannot work with love but only with distaste, it is better that you should leave your work and sit at the gate of the temple and take alms of those who work with joy.

Verily the lust for comfort murders the passion of the soul, and then walks grinning in the funeral.

Say not, “I have found the truth,” but rather, “I have found a truth.”

Your daily life is your temple and your religion.

You have been told that, even like a chain, you are as weak as your weakest link. This is but half the truth. You are also as strong as your strongest link. To measure you by your smallest deed is to reckon the power of ocean by the frailty of its foam. To judge you by your failures is to cast blame upon the seasons for their inconstancy.