Man Must Not Only Make Himself: The

We Live At A Time When Man Believes Himself Fabulously Capable Of Creation, But He Does Not Know What To Create.

To Rule Is Not So Much A Question Of The Heavy Hand As The Firm Seat.

In Their Choice Of Lovers Both The Male And The Female Reveal Their Essential Nature. The Type Of Human Being We Prefer Reveals The Contours Of Our Heart. Love Is An Impulse Which Springs From The Most Profound Depths Of Our Beings, And Upon Reaching The Visible Surface Of Life Carries With It An Alluvium Of Shells And Seaweed From The Inner Abyss. A Skilled Naturalist, By Filing These Materials, Can Reconstruct The Oceanic Depths From Which They Have Been Uprooted.

Life Is Fired At Us Point Blank.

Life Means To Have Something Definite To Do-a Mission To Fulfill-and In The Measure In Which We Avoid Setting Our Life To Something, We Make It Empty. Human Life, By Its Very Nature, Has To Be Dedicated To Something.