Sisterly Love Is, Of All Sentiments, The

We Cannot Bear To Regard Ourselves Simply As Playthings Of Blind Chance, We Cannot Admit To Feeling Ourselves Abandoned.

Everyone Has, Inside Himself ... What Shall I Call It? A Piece Of Good News! Everyone Is ... A Very Great, Very Important Character.

We Play Make Believe, Pretend To Take Ourselves And Each Other Seriously--to Love Each Other, Hate Each Other--but Then--it Isn't True. It Isn't True, We Don't Care At All!

Each Of Us Is The Only Person Who Can Give The Other What Each Of Us Wants To Have: Peace.

The First Temptation, Upon Meeting An Old Friend After Many Years, Is Always To - Look The Other Way.