Suffering has always been with us, does it really matter in what form it comes? All that matters is how we bear it and how we fit it into our lives.
The externals are simply so many props; everything we need is within us.
Sometimes I try my hand at turning out small profundities and uncertain short stories, but I always end up with just one single word: God.
We have to fight them daily, like fleas, those many small worries about the morrow, for they sap our energies.
Ik zou een héél boek willen schrijven over een kiezelsteen en over een paars viooltje. Ik zou met één enkele kiezelsteen heel lang kunnen leven en een gevoel kunnen hebben in Gods machtige natuur te leven.
Greed probably figures in my intellectual life as well, as I attempt to absorb a massive amount of information with consequent mental indigestion.
Ultimately, we have just one moral duty: to reclaim large areas of peace in ourselves, more and more peace, and to reflect it towards others. And the more peace there is in us, the more peace there will be in our troubled world.
