Only He Deserves Power Who Every Day

The Truth Is So Simple That It Is Regarded As A Pretentious Banality.

You Take The Pen, And The Lines Dance. You Take The Flute And The Notes Shimmer. You Take The Brush, And The Colors Sing. So All Things Have Meaning And Beauty In That Space Beyond Time Where You Are. How, Then, Can I Hold Back Anything From You?

When The Morning's Freshness Has Been Replaced By The Weariness Of Midday, When The Leg Muscles Give Under The Strain, The Climb Seems Endless, And Suddenly Nothing Will Go Quite As You Wish It Is Then That You Must Not Hesitate.

If Only I May Grow: Firmer, Simpler, Quieter, Warmer.

A Task Becomes A Duty From The Moment You Suspect It To Be An Essential Part Of That Integrity Which Alone Entitles A Man To Assume Responsibility.