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- Kahlil Gibran to Mary Haskell.
- When I am unhappy, dear Mary, I read your letters. When the mist overwhelms me the “I” in me,
- I take two or three letters out of the little box and reread them. They remind me of my true self.
- Each and every one of us, dear Mary, must have a resting place somewhere.
- The resting place of my soul is a beautiful grove where my knowledge of you lives.
- And now I am wrestling with colour. The strife is terrible, one of us must triumph!
- The professors at the Academy say, “Do not make the model more beautiful than she is,”
- and my soul whispers, “O, if you could only paint the model as beautiful as she really is”.
- What shall I do, dear Mary? Shall I please the professors or my soul?
- I think of you today, beloved friend, as I think of no other living person.
- And as I think of you Life becomes better and higher and much more beautiful.
- I kiss your hand, dear Mary, and in kissing your hand I bless myself.
- Your last letter is a flame. Oh, there is no greater joy than the joy of Fire!
- And now let me cry out with all the voices in me that I love you.
- I wish I could tell you, beloved Mary, what your letters mean to me.
- They create a soul in my soul. I read them as messages from life.
- Somehow they always come when I need them most, and they always bring that element
- which makes us desire more days and more nights and more life.
- Now I will say goodnight. I kiss you and then I say
- goodnight and then I open the door and then I go out to the streets with a full heart and a hungry soul.
- The most wonderful thing, Mary, is that you and I are always walking together,
- hand in hand, in a strangely beautiful world, unknown to other people.
- We both stretch one hand to receive from Life — and Life is generous indeed.
- I love to be silent with you Mary.
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