Ocupation: Poet
Life: January 6, 1883 - April 10, 1931
Birthday: January 6
Death: April 10
For the first time the sun kissed my own naked face and my soul was inflamed with love for the sun, and I wanted my masks no more. And as if in a trance I cried, "Blessed, blessed are the thieves who stole my masks." Thus I became a madman.
source: Khalil Gibran (1918). “The Madman”, p.1, Library of Alexandria
topic: Blessed, Soul, Thieves, Sun Kissed