The Way We Live Our Days, Is

Every Live Thing Is A Survivor On A Kind Of Extended Emergency Bivouac.

We Live In All We Seek.

But Enough Is Enough. One Turns At Last Even From Glory Itself With A Sigh Of Relief. From The Depths Of Mystery, And Even From The Heights Of Splendor, We Bounce Back And Hurry For The Latitudes Of Home.

What Could You Say To A Dying Person That Would Not Enrage By Its Triviality?

You Can't Test Courage Cautiously.