Friendship With The Ignorant Is As Foolish

For Reason, Ruling Alone, Is A Force Confining; And Passion, Unattended, Is A Flame That Burns To Its Own Destruction.

When I Planted My Pain In The Field Of Patience It Bore Fruit Of Happiness.

My Lebanon Is A Flock Of Birds Fluttering In The Early Morning As Shepherds Lead Their Sheep Into The Meadow & Rising In The Evening As Farmers Return From Their Fields And Vineyards.you Have Your Lebanon And Its People. I Have My Lebanon And Its People.

When Love Beckons To You, Follow Him, Though His Ways Are Hard And Steep. And When His Wings Enfold You Yield To Him, Though The Sword Hidden Among His Pinions May Wound You.

Is Not The Beautiful Moon, That Inspires Poets, The Same Moon Which Angers The Silence Of The Sea With A Terrible Roar?