It Is Easy To Be Nice, Even

Unless There Is A Spiritual Renaissance, The World Will Know No Peace.

Like Wind-- In It, With It, Of It. Of It Just Like A Sail, So Light And Strong That, Even When It Is Bent Flat, It Gathers All The Power Of The Wind Without Hampering Its Course. Like Light-- In Light, Lit Through By Light, Transformed Into Light. Like The Lens Which Disappears In The Light It Focuses. Like Wind. Like Light. Just This--on These Expanses, On These Heights.

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.

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.

Perhaps A Great Love Is Never Returned. Had It Been Given Warmth And Shelter By Its Counterpart In The Other, Perhaps It Would Have Been Hindered From Ever Growing To Maturity. It "gives" Us Nothing. But In Its World Of Loneliness It Leads Us Up To The Summits With Wide Vistas - Of Great Insights.