Each Morning We Must Hold Out The

In A Dream I Walked With God Through The Deep Places Of Creation; Past Walls That Receded And Gates That Opened Through Hall After Hall Of Silence, Darkness And Refreshment--the Dwelling Place Of Souls Acquainted With Light And Warmth--until, Around Me, Was An Infinity Into Which We All Flowed Together And Lived Anew, Like The Rings Made By Raindrops Falling Upon Wide Expanses Of Calm Dark Waters.

Our Work For Peace Must Begin Within The Private World Of Each One Of Us.

You Are Merely The Lens In The Beam. You Can Only Receive, Give, And Possess The Light As The Lens Does. If You Seek Yourself, You Rob The Lens Of Its Transparency. You Will Know Life And Be Acknowledged By It According To Your Degree Of Transparency - Your Capacity, That Is, To Vanish As An End And Remain Purely As A Means.

What Makes Loneliness An Anguish Is Not That I Have No One To Share My Burden, But This: I Have Only My Own Burden To Bear.

Smiling, Sincere, Incorruptible - His Body Disciplined And Limber. A Man Who Had Become What He Could, And Was What He Was- Ready At Any Moment To Gather Everything Into One Simple Sacrifice.