It helps, I think, to consider ourselves on a very long journey: the main thing is to keep to the faith, to endure, to help each other when we stumble or tire, to weep and press on.

Who are enemies? Those who oppose each others will.

Love is not a doctrine, Peace is not an international agreement. Love and peace are beings who live as possibilities in us.

Am I willing to give up what I have in order to be what I am not yet? Am I willing to let my ideas of myself, of man be changed? Am I able to follow the spirit of love into the desert? To empty myself even of my concept of emptiness?

It is for each of us freely to choose whom we shall serve, and find in that obedience our freedom.

In a lethal world, poetry is necessary for survival.

To have character is to be big enough to take life on.