Our Desire Must Be Like A Slow

The More Peace There Is In Us, The More Peace There Will Be In Our Troubled World.

I Would Be So Exhausted By My Determination That I Had No Strength Left To Do The Actual Work.

Here, Beside This Great Black Surface That Is My Desk, I Feel As Though I Am On A Desert Island.

All Disasters Stem From Us. Why Is There A War? Perhaps Because Now And Then I Might Be Inclined To Snap At My Neighbour. Because I And My Neighbour And Everyone Else Do Not Have Enough Love. Yet We Could Fight War And All Its Excrescences By Releasing Each Day, The Love Which Is Shackled Inside Us, And Giving It A Chance To Live.

Everything Is Chance, Or Nothing Is Chance. If I Believed The First, I Would Be Unable To Live On, But I Am Not Yet Fully Convinced Of The Second.