And as he, who with laboring breath has escaped from the deep to the shore, turns to the perilous waters and gazes.
He who sees a need and waits to be asked for help is as unkind as if he had refused it.
If your world isn't right, the cause is in you.
Lost are we, and are only so far punished, That without hope we live on in desire.
If the present world go astray, the cause is in you, in you it is to be sought.
Infinite goodness has such wide arms.