Isn't The Fulfillment Of Our Duty Towards

Our Work For Peace Must Begin Within The Private World Of Each One Of Us.

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.

Like The Bee, We Distill Poison From Honey For Our Self-defense--what Happens To The Bee If It Uses Its Sting Is Well Known.

I Believe That We Should Die With Decency So That At Least Decency Will Survive.

He Who Wants To Keep His Garden Tidy Doesn't Reserve A Plot For Weeds.