On The Bookshelf Of Life, God Is

Pray That Your Loneliness May Spur You Into Finding Something To Live For, Great Enough To Die For.

At Every Moment You Choose Yourself. But Do You Choose *your* Self? Body And Soul Contain A Thousand Possibilities Out Of Which You Can Build Many I's. But In One Of Them Is There A Congruence Of The Elector And The Elected. Only One--which You Will Never Find Until You Have Excluded All Those Superficial And Fleeting Possibilities Of Being And Doing With Which You Toy, Out Of Curiosity Or Wonder Or Greed, And Which Hinder You From Casting Anchor In The Experience Of The Mystery Of Life, And The Consciousness Of The Talent Entrusted To You Which Is Your *i*.

It Is A Little Bit Humiliating When I Have To Say That Chou En-lai To Me Appears As The Most Superior Brain I Have So Far Met In The Field Of Foreign Politics... So Much More Dangerous Than You Imagine Because He Is So Much Better A Man Than You Have Ever Admitted.

God Does Not Die On The Day When We Cease To Believe In A Personal Deity, But We Die On The Day When Our Lives Cease To Be Illumined By The Steady Radiance, Renewed Daily, Of A Wonder, The Source Of Which Is Beyond All Reason.

Do Not Seek Death. Death Will Find You. But Seek The Road Which Makes Death A Fulfillment.