If life be long, I will be glad, Tthat I may long obey; If short, yet why should I be sad, To soar to endless day?

I think what we lack isn't science, but poetry that reveals what the heart is ready to recognize

Through the ages, man's main concern was life after death. Today, for the first time, we find we must ask questions about whether there will be life before death.

In our own lives the voice of God speaks slowly, a syllable at a time. Reaching the peak of years, dispelling some of our intimate illusions and learning how to spell the meaning of life-experiences backwards, some of us discover how the scattered syllables form a single phrase.

Technical civilization is man's conquest of space. It is a triumph frequently achieved by sacrificing an essential ingredient of existence, namely, time. In technical civilization, we expend time to gain space. To enhance our power in the world of space is our main objective. Yet to have more does not mean to be more. The power we attain in the world of space terminates abruptly at the borderline of time. But time is the heart of existence.

Time and space are interrelated. To overlook either of them is to be partially blind. What we plead against is man's unconditional surrender to space, his enslavement to things. We must not forget that it is not a thing that lends significance to a moment; it is the moment that lends significance to things.

We must not forget that it is not a thing that lends significance to a moment; it is the moment that lends significance to things.

God is not in things of space, but in moments of time.

Is not a thing that lends significance to a moment; it is the moment that lends significance to things.

There are no two hours alike. Every hour is unique and the only one given at the moment, exclusive and endlessly precious.

In the end, it's not the years in your life that counts. It's the life in your years.

In the end, it's not the years in your life that count. It's the life in your years.