Confession Ran In The Family.

... He Felt Himself To Be One Of Them, Who Can Live Neither In The World Nor Out Of It. They Are A Kind Of Sick People, Whose Desire For God Makes Them Unsatisfactory Citizens Of An Ordinary Life, But Whose Strength Or Temperament Fails Them To Surrender The World Completely; And Present-day Society, With Its Hurried Pace And Its Mechanical And Technical Structure, Offers No Home To These Unhappy Souls.

Only Love Has Clear Vision. Hatred Has Cloudy Vision. When We Hate We Know Not What We Do.

The Notion That One Can Liberate Another Soul From Captivity Is An Illusion Of The Very Young.

Love Can't Always Do Work. Sometimes It Just Has To Look Into The Darkness.

To Be A Complete Victim May Be Another Source Of Power.