Life Yields Only To The Conqueror.

Peacekeeping Is Not A Job For Soldiers, But Only Soldiers Can Do It.

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

You Take The Pen, And The Lines Dance. You Take The Flute And The Notes Shimmer. You Take The Brush, And The Colors Sing. So All Things Have Meaning And Beauty In That Space Beyond Time Where You Are. How, Then, Can I Hold Back Anything From You?

Humility Before The Flower At The Timber Line Is The Gate Which Gives Access To The Path Up The Open Fell.

It Is Not We Who Seek The Way, But The Way Which Seeks Us. That Is Why You Are Faithful To It, Even While You Stand Waiting, So Long As You Are Prepared, And Act The Moment You Are Confronted By Its Demands.