Nationality Isn't Soul.

The Past Exudes Legend: One Can't Make Pure Clay Of Time's Mud.

If You Don't Hear His Voice So Let Him Hear Yours. When Prayers Go Up Blessings Descend.

Of Course It Would Cost Something, But He Was An Expert In Cutting Corners; And When There Were No More Corners Left He Would Make Circles Rounder.

Completed, Most Lives Were Alike In Stages Of Living-joys, Celebrations, Crises, Illusions, Losses, Sorrows.

I Am Somewhat Of A Meliorist. That Is To Say, I Act As An Optimist Because I Find I Cannot Act At All, As A Pessimist. One Often Feels Helpless In The Face Of The Confusion Of These Times, Such A Mass Of Apparently Uncontrollable Events And Experiences To Live Through, Attempt To Understand, And If At All Possible, Give Order To; But One Must Not Withdraw From The Task If He Has Some Small Things To Offer - He Does So At The Risk Of Diminishing His Humanity.