Growing Old Is Like Being Increasingly Penalized

The Task For Us Now, If We Are To Survive, Is To Build The Earth.

The Age Of Nations Is Past. The Task Before Us Now, If We Would Not Perish, Is To Build The Earth.

Without You, Without Your Onslaughts, Without Your Uprootings Of Us, We Should Remain All Our Lives Inert, Stagnant, Puerile, Ignorant Both Of Ourselves And Of God. You Who Batter Us And Then Dress Our Wounds, You Who Resist Us And Yield To Us, You Who Wreck And Build, You Who Shackle And Liberate, The Sap Of Our Souls, The Hand Of God, The Flesh Of Christ: It Is You, Matter, That I Bless.

Evolution Is Gaining The Psychic Zones Of The World... Life, Being And Ascent Of Consciousness, Could Not Continue To Advance Indefinitely Along Its Line Without Transforming Itself In Depth. The Being Who Is The Object Of His Own Reflection, In Consequence, Of That Very Doubling Back Upon Himself Becomes In A Flash Able To Raise Himself To A New Sphere.

It Often Happens That What Stares Us In The Face Is The Most Difficult To Perceive.