Our Work For Peace Must

Friendship Needs No Words - It Is Solitude Delivered From The Anguish Of Loneliness.

I Have Only My Own Burden To Bear.

We Are Not Permitted To Choose The Frame Of Our Destiny. But What We Put Into It Is Ours.

On The Bookshelf Of Life, God Is A Useful Work Of Reference, Always At Hand But Seldom Consulted.

This Accidental Meeting Of Possibilities Calls Itself I. I Ask: What Am I Doing Here? And, At Once, This I Becomes Unreal.