I wash my hands of those who imagine chattering to be knowledge, silence to be ignorance, and affection to be art. — Khalil Gibran
I wash my hands of those who imagine chattering to be knowledge, silence to be ignorance, and affection to be art. — Khalil Gibran
I wash my hands of those who imagine chattering to be knowledge, silence to be ignorance, and affection to be art. — Khalil Gibran
I wash my hands of those who imagine chattering to be knowledge, silence to be ignorance, and affection to be art. — Khalil Gibran
I wash my hands of those who imagine chattering to be knowledge, silence to be ignorance, and affection to be art. — Khalil Gibran
I wash my hands of those who imagine chattering to be knowledge, silence to be ignorance, and affection to be art. — Khalil Gibran
I wash my hands of those who imagine chattering to be knowledge, silence to be ignorance, and affection to be art. — Khalil Gibran
I wash my hands of those who imagine chattering to be knowledge, silence to be ignorance, and affection to be art. — Khalil Gibran
I wash my hands of those who imagine chattering to be knowledge, silence to be ignorance, and affection to be art. — Khalil Gibran
I wash my hands of those who imagine chattering to be knowledge, silence to be ignorance, and affection to be art. — Khalil Gibran
I wash my hands of those who imagine chattering to be knowledge, silence to be ignorance, and affection to be art. — Khalil Gibran
I wash my hands of those who imagine chattering to be knowledge, silence to be ignorance, and affection to be art. — Khalil Gibran
I wash my hands of those who imagine chattering to be knowledge, silence to be ignorance, and affection to be art. — Khalil Gibran
I wash my hands of those who imagine chattering to be knowledge, silence to be ignorance, and affection to be art. — Khalil Gibran
I wash my hands of those who imagine chattering to be knowledge, silence to be ignorance, and affection to be art. — Khalil Gibran
I wash my hands of those who imagine chattering to be knowledge, silence to be ignorance, and affection to be art. — Khalil Gibran
I wash my hands of those who imagine chattering to be knowledge, silence to be ignorance, and affection to be art. — Khalil Gibran
I wash my hands of those who imagine chattering to be knowledge, silence to be ignorance, and affection to be art. — Khalil Gibran
I wash my hands of those who imagine chattering to be knowledge, silence to be ignorance, and affection to be art. — Khalil Gibran
I wash my hands of those who imagine chattering to be knowledge, silence to be ignorance, and affection to be art. — Khalil Gibran
I wash my hands of those who imagine chattering to be knowledge, silence to be ignorance, and affection to be art. — Khalil Gibran
I wash my hands of those who imagine chattering to be knowledge, silence to be ignorance, and affection to be art. — Khalil Gibran
I wash my hands of those who imagine chattering to be knowledge, silence to be ignorance, and affection to be art. — Khalil Gibran
I wash my hands of those who imagine chattering to be knowledge, silence to be ignorance, and affection to be art. — Khalil Gibran
I wash my hands of those who imagine chattering to be knowledge, silence to be ignorance, and affection to be art. — Khalil Gibran
I wash my hands of those who imagine chattering to be knowledge, silence to be ignorance, and affection to be art. — Khalil Gibran
I wash my hands of those who imagine chattering to be knowledge, silence to be ignorance, and affection to be art. — Khalil Gibran
I wash my hands of those who imagine chattering to be knowledge, silence to be ignorance, and affection to be art. — Khalil Gibran
I wash my hands of those who imagine chattering to be knowledge, silence to be ignorance, and affection to be art. — Khalil Gibran
I wash my hands of those who imagine chattering to be knowledge, silence to be ignorance, and affection to be art. — Khalil Gibran
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I wash my hands of those who imagine chattering to be knowledge, silence to be ignorance, and affection to be art.

— Khalil Gibran
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