沙与沫_纪伯伦-第6部分

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we　are　all　prisoners　but　some　of　us　are　in　cells　with　windows　and　some　without。

strange　that　we　all　defend　our　wrongs　with　more　vigour　than　we　do　our　rights。

should　we　all　confess　our　sins　to　one　another　we　would　all　laugh　at　one　another　for　our　lack　of　originality。

should　we　all　reveal　our　virtues　we　would　also　laugh　for　the　same　cause。

an　individual　is　above　man…made　laws　until　he　mits　a　crime　against　man…made　conventions；　after　that　he　is　neither　above　anyone　nor　lower　than　anyone。

government　is　an　agreement　between　you　and　myself。　you　and　myself　are　often　wrong。

crime　is　either　another　name　of　need　or　an　aspect　of　a　disease。

is　there　a　greater　fault　than　being　conscious　of　the　other　persons　faults？

if　the　other　person　laughs　at　you；　you　can　pity　him；　but　if　you　laugh　at　him　you　may　never　forgive　yourself。

if　the　other　person　injures　you；　you　may　forget　the　injury；　but　if　you　injure　him　you　will　always　remember。

in　truth　the　other　person　is　your　most　sensitive　self　given　another　body。

how　heedless　you　are　when　you　would　have　men　fly　with　your　wings　and　you　cannot　even　give　them　a　feather。

once　a　man　sat　at　my　board　and　ate　my　bread　and　drank　my　wine　and　went　away　laughing　at　me。

then　he　came　again　for　bread　and　wine；　and　i　spurned　him；

and　the　angels　laughed　at　me。

hate　is　a　dead　thing。　who　of　you　would　be　a　tomb？

it　is　the　honour　of　the　murdered　that　he　is　not　the　murderer。

the　tribune　of　humanity　is　in　its　silent　heart；　never　its　talkative　mind。

they　deem　me　mad　because　i　will　not　sell　my　days　for　gold；

and　i　deem　them　mad　because　they　think　my　days　have　a　price。

they　spread　before　us　their　riches　of　gold　and　silver；　of　ivory　and　ebony；　and　we　spread　before　them　our　hearts　and　our　spirits。；

and　yet　they　deem　themselves　the　hosts　and　us　the　guests。

i　would　not　be　the　least　among　men　with　dreams　and　the　desire　to　fulfil　them；　rather　than　the　greatest　with　no　dreams　and　no　desires。

the　most　pitiful　among　men　is　he　who　turns　his　dreams　into　silver　and　gold。

we　are　all　climbing　toward　the　summit　of　our　hearts　desire。　should　the　other　climber　steal　your　sack　and　your　purse　and　wax　fat　on　the　one　and　heavy　on　the　other；　you　should　pity　him；

the　climbing　will　be　harder　for　his　flesh；　and　the　burden　will　make　his　way　longer。

and　should　you　in　your　leanness　see　his　flesh　puffing　upward；　help　him　a　step；　it　will　add　to　your　swiftness。

you　cannot　judge　any　man　beyond　your　knowledge　of　him；　and　how　small　is　your　knowledge。

i　would　not　listen　to　a　conqueror　preaching　to　the　conquered。

the　truly　free　man　is　he　who　bears　the　load　of　the　bond　slave　patiently。

a　thousand　years　ago　my　neighbour　said　to　me；　〃i　hate　life；　for　it　is　naught　but　a　thing　of　pain。〃

and　yesterday　i　passed　by　a　cemetery　and　saw　life　dancing　upon　his　grave。

strife　in　nature　is　but　disorder　longing　for　order。

solitude　is　a　silent　storm　that　breaks　down　all　our　dead　branches；

yet　it　sends　our　living　roots　deeper　into　the　living　heart　of　the　living　earth。

once　i　spoke　of　the　sea　to　a　brook；　and　the　brook　thought　me　but　an　imaginative　exaggerator；

and　once　i　spoke　of　a　brook　to　the　sea；　and　the　sea　thought　me　but　a　depreciative　defamer。

how　narrow　is　the　vision　that　exalts　the　busyness　of　the　ant　above　the　singing　of　the　grasshopper。

the　highest　virtue　here　may　be　the　least　in　another　world。

the　deep　and　the　high　go　to　the　depth　or　to　the　height　in　a　straight　line；　only　the　spacious　can　move　in　circles。

if　it　were　not　not　for　our　conception　of　weights　and　measures　we　would　stand　in　awe　of　the　firefly　as　we　do　before　the　sun。

a　scientist　without　imagination　is　a　butcher　with　dull　knives　and　out…worn　scales。

but　what　would　you；　since　we　are　not　all　vegetarians？

when　you　sing　the　hungry　hears　you　with　his　stomach。

death　is　not　nearer　to　the　aged　than　to　the　new…born；　neither　is　life。

if　indeed　you　must　be　candid；　be　candid　beautifully；　otherwise　keep　silent；　for　there　is　a　man　in　our　neighbourhood　who　is　dying。

mayhap　a　funeral　among　men　is　a　wedding　feast　among　the　angels。

a　forgotten　reality　may　die　and　leave　in　its　will　seven　thousand　actualities　and　facts　to　be　spent　in　its　funeral　and　the　building　of　a　tomb。

in　truth　we　talk　only　to　ourselves；　but　sometimes　we　talk　loud　enough　that　others　may　hear　us。

the　obvious　is　that　which　is　never　seen　until　someone　expresses　it　simply。

if　the　milky　way　were　not　within　me　how　should　i　have　seen　it　or　known　it？

unless　i　am　a　physician　among　physicians　they　would　not　believe　that　i　am　an　astronomer。

perhaps　the　seas　definition　of　a　shell　is　the　pearl。

perhaps　times　definition　of　coal　is　the　diamond。

fame　is　the　shadow　of　passion　standing　in　the　light。

a　root　is　a　flower　that　disdains　fame。

there　is　neither　religion　nor　science　beyond　beauty。

every　great　man　i　have　known　had　something　small　in　his　make…up；　and　it　was　that　small　something　which　prevented　inactivity　or　madness　or　suicide。

the　truly　great　man　is　he　who　would　master　no　one；　and　who　would　be　mastered　by　none。

i　would　not　believe　that　a　man　is　mediocre　simply　because　he　kills　the　criminals　and　the　prophets。

tolerance　is　love　sick　with　the　sickness　of　haughtiness。

worms　will　turn；　but　is　it　not　strange　that　even　elephants　will　yield？

a　disagreement　may　be　the　shortest　cut　between　two　minds。

i　am　the　flame　and　i　am　the　dry　bush；　and　one　part　of　me　consumes　the　other　part。

we　are　all　seeking　the　summit　of　the　holy　mountain；　but　shall　not　our　road　be　shorter　if　we　consider　the　past　a　chart　and　not　a　guide？

wisdom　ceases　to　be　wisdom　when　it　bees　too　proud　to　weep；　too　grave　to　laugh；　and　too　self…full　to　seek　other　than　itself。

had　i　filled　myself　with　all　that　you　know　what　room　should　i　have　for　all　that　you　do　not　know？

i　have　learned　silence　from　the　talkative；　toleration　from　the　intolerant；　and　kindness　from　the　unkind；　yet　strange；　i　am　ungrateful　to　these　teachers。

a　bigot　is　a　stone…leaf　orator。

the　silence　of　the　envious　is　too　noisy。

when　you　reach　the　end　of　what　you　should　know；　you　will　be　at　the　beginning　of　what　you　should　sense。

an　exaggeration　is　a　truth　that　has　lost　its　temper。

if　you　can　see　only　what　light　reveals　and　hear　only　what　sound　announces；

then　in　truth　you　do　not　see　nor　do　you　hear。

a　fact　is　a　truth　unsexed。

you　cannot　laugh　and　be　unkind　at　the　same　time。

the　nearest　to　my　heart　are　a　king　without　a　kingdom　and　a　poor　man　who　does　not　know　how　to　beg。

a　shy　failure　is　nobler　than　an　immodest　success。

dig　anywhere　in　the　earth　and　you　will　find　a　treasure；　only　you　must　dig　with　the　faith　of　a　peasant。

said　a　hunted　fox　followed　by　twenty　horsemen　and　a　pack　of　twenty　hounds；　〃of　course　they　will　kill　me。　but　how　poor　and　how　stupid　they　must　be。　surely　it　would　not　be　worth　while　for　twenty　foxes　riding　on　twenty　asses　and　acpanied　by　twenty　wolves　to　chase　and　kill　one　man。〃

it　is　the　mind　in　us　that　yields　to　the　laws　made　by　us；　but　never　the　spirit　in　us。

a　traveller　am　i　and　a　navigator；　and　every　day　i　discover　a　new　region　within　my　soul。

a　woman　protested　saying；　〃of　course　it　was　a　righteous　war。　my　son　fell　in　it。〃

i　said　to　life；　〃i　would　hear　death　speak。〃

and　life　raised　her　voice　a　little　higher　and　said；　〃you　hear　him　now。〃

when　you　have　solved　all　the　mysteries　of　life　you　long　for　death；　for　it　is　but　another　mystery　of　life。

birth　and　death　are　the　two　noblest　expressions　of　bravery。

my　friend；　you　and　i　shall　remain　strangers　unto　life；

and　unto　one　another；　and　each　unto　himself；

until　the　day　when　you　shall　speak　and　i　shall　listen

deeming　your　voice　my　own　voice；

and　when　i　shall　stand　before　you

thinking　myself　standing　before　a　mirror。

they　say　to　me；　〃should　you　know　yourself　you　would　know　all　men。〃

and　i　say；　〃only　when　i　seek　all　men　shall　i　know　myself。〃

man　is　two　men；　one　is　awake　in　darkness；　the　other　is　asleep　in　light。

a　hermit　is　one　who　renounces　the　world　of　fragments　that　he　may　enjoy　the　world　wholly　and　without　interruption。

there　lies　a　green　field　between　the　scholar　and　the　poet；　should　the　scholar　cross　it　he　bees　a　wise　man；　should　the　poet　cross　it；　he　bees　a　prophet。

yestereve　i　saw　philosophers　in　the　market…place　carrying　their　heads　in　baskets；　and　crying　aloud；　〃wisdom！　wisdom　for　sale！〃

poor　philosophers！　they　must　needs　sell　their　heads　to　feed　their　hearts。　said　a　philosopher　to　a　street　sweeper；　〃i　pity　you。　yours　is　a　hard　and　dirty　task。〃

and　the　street　sweeper　said；　〃thank　you；　sir。　but　tell　me　what　is　your　task？〃

and　the　philosopher　answered　saying；　〃i　study　mans　mind；　his　deeds　and　his　desires。〃

then　the　street　sweeper　went　on　with　his　sweeping　and　said　with　a　smile；　〃i　pity　you　too。〃

he　who　listens　to　truth　is　not　less　than　he　who　utters　truth。

no　man　can　draw　the　line　between　necessities　and　luxuries。　only　the　angels　can　do　that；　and　the　angels　are　wise　and　wistful。

perhaps　the　angels　are　our　better　thought　in　space。

he　is　the　true　prince　who　finds　his　throne　in　the　heart　of　the　dervish。

generosity　is　giving　more　than　you　can；　and　pride　is　taking　less　than　you　need。

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