Life, as it is called, is for most of us one long postponement.
The real leader has no need to lead - he is content to point the way.
We live at the edge of the miraculous.
A world without hope, but no despair
Every day that we fail to live out the maximum of our potentialities we kill the Shakespeare, Dante, Homer, Christ which is in us.
They were painfully clean. But inwardly they stank. Never once had they opened the door which leads to the soul; never once did they dream of taking a blind leap into the dark.