What Makes Loneliness An Anguish Is Not

To Have Humility Is To Experience Reality, Not In Relation To Ourselves, But In Its Sacred Independence. It Is To See, Judge, And Act From The Point Of Rest In Ourselves. Then, How Much Disappears, And All That Remains Falls Into Place. In The Point Of Rest At The Center Of Our Being, We Encounter A World Where All Things Are At Rest In The Same Way. Then A Tree Becomes A Mystery, A Cloud A Revelation, Each Man A Cosmos Of Whose Riches We Can Only Catch Glimpses. The Life Of Simplicity Is Simple, But It Opens To Us A Book In Which We Never Get Beyond The First Syllable.

Perhaps A Great Love Is Never Returned.

Those Who Invoke History Will Certainly Be Heard By History. And They Will Have To Accept Its Verdict.

For All That Has Been, Thanks. To All That Shall Be, Yes.

Friendship Needs No Words - It Is Solitude Delivered From The Anguish Of Loneliness.