Love, If It Finds You

Spring Is Beautiful Everywhere, But It Is More Than Beautiful In Lebanon. Spring Is The Spirit Of An Unknown God Speeding Through The World, Which, As It Reaches Lebanon, Pauses, Because Now It Is As At Home With The Souls Of The Prophets And Kings Hovering Over The Land, Chanting With The Brooks Of Judea, The Eternal Psalms Of Solomon, Renewing With The Cedars Of Lebanon Memories Of An Ancient Glory.

Then It Is Also In My Heart To Be Worthy Of Your Hate.

The Best Of Man Is He Who Blushes When You Praise Him And Remains Silent When You Defame Him.

The Strong Grows In Solitude Where The Weak Withers Away.

Love Possesses Not Nor Will It Be Possessed, For Love Is Sufficient Unto Love.