Conquerors, my son, consider as true history only what they have themselves fabricated.

The seas are wide and flow together. They have no borders and have room enough for all fish.

While I was sat there being my usual pessoptimistic self, he was ecstatic: "Verdant fields! Green on your right and on your left; green everywhere! We have given life to what was dead. This is why we have named the borders of former Israel the Green Belt. For beyond them lie barren mountains and desert reaches, a wilderness calling out to us, "'Come you tractors of civilisation

But what about the secret I bear?" I asked."Tell it to the world," he advised. And that is what I am doing.

The moon is closer to us now than are the fig trees of our departed village. you accept all these wonders - why not mine too?

Finally the true dawn emerged, splitting open the womb of the earth, and I found myself in the courtyard of the mosque, yawning and stretching my limbs

This is the way you always are. When you can bear the misery of your reality no longer but will not pay the price necessary to change it, only then you come to me.

How long must we wait for the lilies to bud?

The ultimate tale - of the fish that understands all languages: "the seas are wide and flow together. They have no borders and have room enough for all fish.

Jacob, my old friend came first. he was sad. I shouted down to him, "The stake, old friend of a lifetime, do something!""But we all sit on one", was his reply."I don't see you on one," I objected."And we see nobody else's either. Each of us is alone, on his own stake. This is the stake we share.