Old age is a time of humiliations, the most disagreeable of which, for me, is that I cannot work long at sustained high pressure with no leaks in concentration.
Sins cannot be undone, only forgiven.
What force is more potent than love?
In order to create there must be a dynamic force, and what force is more potent than love?
Is it not by love alone that we succeed in penetrating to the very essence of being?
Money may kindle, but it cannot by itself, and for very long, burn.