If Only I May Grow: Firmer, Simpler,

Your Position Never Gives You The Right To Command. It Only Imposes On You The Duty Of So Living Your Life That Others Can Receive Your Orders Without Being Humiliated.

Like The Bee, We Distill Poison From Honey For Our Self-defense--what Happens To The Bee If It Uses Its Sting Is Well Known.

There Is A Point At Which Everything Becomes Simple And There Is No Longer Any Question Of Choice, Because All You Have Staked Will Be Lost If You Look Back. Life's Point Of No Return.

Time Always Seems Long To The Child Who Is Waiting - For Christmas, For Next Summer, For Becoming A Grownup: Long Also When He Surrenders His Whole Soul To Each Moment Of A Happy Day.

The Dizziness In The Face Of Les Espaces Infinis--only Overcome If We Dare To Gaze Into Them Without Any Protection. And Accept Them As The Reality Before Which We Must Justify Our Existence. For This Is The Truth We Must Reach To Live, That Everything Is And We Just In It.