He Who Wants To Keep His Garden

Destiny Is Something Not Be To Desired And Not To Be Avoided. A Mystery Not Contrary To Reason, For It Implies That The World, And The Course Of Human History, Have Meaning.

Those Who Invoke History Will Certainly Be Heard By History. And They Will Have To Accept Its Verdict.

Each Morning We Must Hold Out The Chalice Of Our Being To Receive, To Carry, And Give Back. It Must Be Held Out Empty - For The Past Must Only Be Reflected In Its Polish, Its Shape, Its Capacity.

Each Day The First Day: Each Day A Life.

He Is One Of Those Who Has Had The Wilderness For A Pillow, And Called A Star His Brother. Alone. But Loneliness Can Be A Communion.