It Is Not For Us To Forecast

Although Human Life Is Priceless, We Always Act As If Something Had An Even Greater Price Than Life... But What Is That Something?

The Arms Of Love Encompass You With Your Present, Your Past, Your Future, The Arms Of Love Gather You Together.

The Machine Does Not Isolate Man From The Great Problems Of Nature But Plunges Him More Deeply Into Them.

Defeat Is A Thing Of Weariness, Of Incoherence, Of Boredom, And Above All Futility.

We Do Not Pray For Immortality, But Only Not To See Our Acts And All Things Stripped Suddenly Of All Their Meaning; For Then It Is The Utter Emptiness Of Everything Reveals Itself.