Mother: The Most Beautiful Word On The

You May Give Them Your Love, But Not Your Thoughts. For They Have Their Own Thoughts.

The Heart's Affections Are Divided Like The Branches Of The Cedar Tree; If The Tree Loses One Strong Branch; It Will Suffer But It Does Not Die; It Will Pour All Its Vitality Into The Next Branch So That It Will Grow And Fill The Empty Place.

He Who Wears His Morality But As His Best Garment Were Better Naked. The Wind And The Sun Will Tear No Holes In His Skin.

Friendship With The Ignorant Is As Foolish As Arguing With A Drunkard.

Love Is All I Can Possess And No One Can Deprive Me Of It. Kahlil Gibran (visions Of The Prophet)