If Only I May Grow: Firmer, Simpler,

Like Wind-- In It, With It, Of It. Of It Just Like A Sail, So Light And Strong That, Even When It Is Bent Flat, It Gathers All The Power Of The Wind Without Hampering Its Course. Like Light-- In Light, Lit Through By Light, Transformed Into Light. Like The Lens Which Disappears In The Light It Focuses. Like Wind. Like Light. Just This--on These Expanses, On These Heights.

A Task Becomes A Duty From The Moment You Suspect It To Be An Essential Part Of That Integrity Which Alone Entitles A Man To Assume Responsibility.

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

It Is Not The Repeated Mistakes, The Long Succession Of Petty Betrayals--though, God Knows, They Would Give Cause Enough For Anxiety And Self-contempt--but The Huge Elementary Mistake, The Betrayal Of That Within Me Which Is Greater Than I--in Complacent Adjustment To Alien Demands.

Isn't The Fulfillment Of Our Duty Towards Our Neighbor An Expression Of Deepest Desire?