There are two questions that we have to ask ourselves. The first is 'Where am I going?' and the second is 'Who will go with me?'

Twilight - a time of pause when nature changes her guard. All living things would fade and die from too much light or too much dark, if twilight were not.

There is something in every one of you that waits and listens for the sound of the genuine in yourself.

The years, the months, the days, and the hours have flown by my open window. Here and there an incident, a towering moment, a naked memory, an etched countenance, a whisper in the dark, a golden glow these and much more are the woven fabric of the time I have lived.

Christmas is waiting to be born: in you, in me, in all mankind.

What I have written is but a fleeting intimation of the outside of what one man sees and may tell about the path he walks. No one shares the secret of a life; no one enters into the heart of the mystery.

During times of war, hatred becomes quite respectable even though it has to masquerade often under the guise of patriotism.