If We Have Not Found

The Right Mixture Of Caring And Not Caring - I Suppose That's What Love Is.

When You Are Getting On In Years (but Not Ill, Of Course), You Get Very Sleepy At Times, And The Hours Seem To Pass Like Lazy Cattle Moving Across A Landscape.

You Will Have Time, That Rare And Lovely Gift That Your Western Countries Have Lost The More They Have Pursued It.

If We Have Not Found The Heaven Within,we Have Not Found The Heaven Without

This Storm You Talk Of . . .t Will Be Such A One, My Son, As The World Has Not Seen Before. There Will Be No Safety By Arms, No Help From Authority, No Answer In Science. It Will Rage Till Every Flower Of Culture Is Trampled, And All Human Things Are Leveled In A Vast Chaos.