If Only I May Grow: Firmer, Simpler,

To Preserve The Silence Within--amid All The Noise. To Remain Open And Quiet, A Moist Humus In The Fertile Darkness Where The Rain Falls And The Grain Ripens--no Matter How Many Tramp Across The Parade Ground In Whirling Dust Under An Arid Sky.

Do Not Seek Death. Death Will Find You. But Seek The Road Which Makes Death A Fulfillment.

At Some Moment I Did Answer "yes" To Someone Or Something. And From That Hour On I Was Certain That Existence Is Meaningful.

In The Last Analysis, It Is Our Conception Of Death Which Decides Our Answers To All The Questions That Life Puts To Us.

Destiny Is Something Not Be To Desired And Not To Be Avoided. A Mystery Not Contrary To Reason, For It Implies That The World, And The Course Of Human History, Have Meaning.