TuesdayDec 30, 2025
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We are not permitted to choose the frame of our destiny. But what we put into it is ours.
Never measure the height of a mountain, until you have reached the top. Then you will see how low it was.
In our era, the road to holiness necessarily passes through the world of action.
Do not seek death. Death will find you. But seek the road which makes death a fulfillment.
If even dying is to be made a social function, then, grant me the favor of sneaking out on tiptoe without disturbing the party.
A task becomes a duty from the moment you suspect it to be an essential part of that integrity which alone entitles a man to assume responsibility.
Friendship needs no wordsit is a loneliness relieved of the anguish of loneliness.
If only I may grow; firmer, simpler, quieter, warmer.
You are the lens in the beam. You can only receive, give, and possess the light as the lens does. If you seek yourself, you rob the lens of its transparency. You will know life and be acknowledged by it according to your degree of transparency, your capacity, that is, to vanish as an end, and remain purely as a means.
Never for the sake of peace and quiet deny your own experience or convictions.
Never look down to test the ground before taking your next step; only he who keeps his eye fixed on the far horizon will find the right road.
It is when we all play safe that we create a world of utmost insecurity.
The pursuit of peace and progress cannot end in a few years in either victory or defeat. The pursuit of peace and progress, with its trials and errors, its successes and setbacks, can never be relaxed and never abandoned.
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.
So rests the sky against the earth. The dark still tarn in the lap of the forest. As a husband embraces his wife's body in faithful tenderness, so the bare ground and trees are embraced by the still, high, light of the morning. I feel an ache of longing to share in this embrace, to be united and absorbed. A longing like carnal desire, but directed towards earth, water, sky, and returned by the whispers of the trees, the fragrance of the soil, the caresses of the wind, the embrace of water and light. Content? No, no, no -- but refreshed, rested -- while waiting.
The longest journey of any person is the journey inward.
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