The light died in the low clouds. Falling snow drank in the dusk. Shrouded in silence, the branches wrapped me in their peace. When the boundaries were erased, once again the wonder: that *I* exist.

Forgiving is forgetting, in spite of remembering.

The more faithfully you listen to the voices within you, the better you will hear what is sounding outside.

Everything will be all right - you know when? When people, just people, stop thinking of the United Nations as a weird Picasso abstraction and see it as a drawing they made themselves.

It is more important to understand the ground of your own behavior than to understand the motives of another.

I have only my own burden to bear.

Only one feat is possible: not to have run away.