Life Yields Only To The

To Preserve The Silence Within--amid All The Noise. To Remain Open And Quiet, A Moist Humus In The Fertile Darkness Where The Rain Falls And The Grain Ripens--no Matter How Many Tramp Across The Parade Ground In Whirling Dust Under An Arid Sky.

When The Sense Of The Earth Unites With The Sense Of One's Body, One Becomes Earth Of The Earth, A Plant Among Plants, An Animal Born From The Soil And Fertilizing It. In This Union, The Body Is Confirmed In Its Pantheism.

The World Cannot Live At Peace Without The United Nations. For This Reason: It Creates A Reasonable Guarantee That All This Change In The World, These Tremendous Political And Economic Developments, Can Be Channelized, Kept Orderly. The United Nations Is A Mold That Keeps The Hot Metal From Spilling Over.

God Does Not Die On The Day When We Cease To Believe In A Personal Deity, But We Die On The Day When Our Lives Cease To Be Illumined By The Steady Radiance, Renewed Daily, Of A Wonder, The Source Of Which Is Beyond All Reason.

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?