The Voices Of All Creatures

One Never Reaches Home, But Wherever Friendly Paths Intersect The Whole World Looks Like Home For A Time.

Solitude Is Independence.

Within You There Is A Stillness And Sanctuary To Which You Can Retreat At Any Time And Be Yourself

All Life Was A Breath Exhaled By God. All Dying Was A Breath Inhaled By God.

If What Matters In A Person's Existence Is To Accept The Inevitable Consciously, To Taste The Good And Bad To The Full And To Make For Oneself A More Individual, Unaccidental And Inward Destiny Alongside One's External Fate, Then My Life Has Been Neither Empty Nor Worthless.