If Only I May Grow: Firmer, Simpler,

Like Wind-- In It, With It, Of It. Of It Just Like A Sail, So Light And Strong That, Even When It Is Bent Flat, It Gathers All The Power Of The Wind Without Hampering Its Course. Like Light-- In Light, Lit Through By Light, Transformed Into Light. Like The Lens Which Disappears In The Light It Focuses. Like Wind. Like Light. Just This--on These Expanses, On These Heights.

Your Cravings As A Human Animal Do Not Become A Prayer Just Because It Is God Whom You Ask To Attend To Them.

The Only Kind Of Dignity Which Is Genuine Is That Which Is Not Diminished By The Indifference Of Others.

Unless There Is A Spiritual Renaissance, The World Will Know No Peace.

I Have Only My Own Burden To Bear.