Victor Hugo: “If a writer wrote merely for his time, I would have to break my pen and throw it away.

It's like the Tibetan Wheel of the Passions. As the wheel turns, the values and feelings on the outer rim rise and fall, shining or sinking into darkness. But true love stays fastened to the axle and doesn't move.

I was doing curls. Hawk said, “How you and Susan doing?” “Love is lovelier,” I said, “the second time around.” “Worth the scramble,” Hawk said.

God had brought me to my knees and made me acknowledge my own nothingness, and out of that knowledge I had been reborn. I was no longer the centre of my life and therefore I could see God in everything.

Written By Bede Griffiths

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