If only I may grow: firmer, simpler, quieter, warmer.

Be grateful as your deeds become less and less associated with your name, as your feet ever more lightly tread the earth.

Beneath the hush a whisper from long ago, promising peace of mind and a burden shared. No peace which is not peace for all, no rest until all has been fulfilled.

If only I may grow: firmer, simpler, quieter, warmer.

The truth is so simple that it is regarded as a pretentious banality.

Destiny is something not be to desired and not to be avoided. A mystery not contrary to reason, for it implies that the world, and the course of human history, have meaning.

Pray that your loneliness may spur you into finding something to live for, great enough to die for.