All Actual Life Is Encounter.

The Perfection Of Any Matter, The Highest Or The Lowest, Touches On The Divine.

Inscrutably Involved, We Live In The Currents Of Universal Reciprocity.

The Ones Who Count Are Those Persons Who - Though They May Be Of Little Renown - Respond To And Are Responsible For The Continuation Of The Living Spirit.

In The Ice Of Solitude Man Becomes Most Inexorably A Question To Himself, And Just Because The Question Pitilessly Summons And Draws Into Play His Most Secret Life He Becomes An Experience To Himself.

Every Morning, I Shall Concern Myself Anew About The Boundary, Between The Love-deed-yes And The Power-deed-no, And Pressing Forward Honor Reality. We Cannot Avoid, Using Power, Cannot Escape The Compulsion, To Afflict The World, So Let Us, Cautious In Diction, And Mighty In Contradiction, Love Powerfully.