On a Gibran Khalil Gibran's Letter to Gertrude at Sumaya's Museum in Mexico's City

"Are you unhappy, my beloved Gertrude? I, too, am unhappy sometimes. There are days when bitterness mingle[s] itself with life -life the only thing we possess to give as a price for the little wisdom obtained here. There are days when my dreams are dreams of hunger and my songs are sighs, and the things I try to create are sad, so very sad. And there are days when I want to be nothing but a shepherd somewhere on a faraway mountain, or an unthought-of brother in an unknown convent, or an outcast-in a lovely undiscover[e]d island. And yet, my beloved, such days are beautiful because they reveal to us the Truth of love; love the healer, love the only con-"

(next page) soler, love the God.
We love, Gertrude, and we must not be unhappy. We are the children of light and let us not think of shadow."