Life is good, after all...and that's what stays with me, even now, even when I'm about to be packed off to Poland.

All disasters stem from us. Why is there a war? Perhaps because now and then I might be inclined to snap at my neighbour. Because I and my neighbour and everyone else do not have enough love. Yet we could fight war and all its excrescences by releasing each day, the love which is shackled inside us, and giving it a chance to live.

Sometimes the most important thing in a whole day is the rest we take between two deep breaths, or the turning inwards in prayer for five short minutes.

I'm afraid I did not pray hard enough last night.

And I believe that I will never be able to hate any human being for his so-called 'wickedness,' that I shall only hate the evil that is within me, though hate is perhaps putting it too strongly even then. In any case, we cannot be lax enough in what we demand of others and strict enough in what we demand of ourselves.

Life is good, after all...and that's what stays with me, even now, even when I'm about to be packed off to Poland.

Sometimes I try my hand at turning out small profundities and uncertain short stories, but I always end up with just one single word: God.