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"It is only when we become conscios of our part in life,however modest,that we shall be happy.Only then will we be able to live in peace and die in peace,for only this lends meaning to life and to death."

"You,Bedouin of Libya who saved our lives,though you will dwell for ever in my memory yet I shall never be able to recapture your features.You are Humanity and your face comes into my mind simply as man incarnate.You,our beloved fellowman,did not know who we might be,and yet you recognized us without fail.And I,in my turn,shall recognice you in the faces of all mankind.You came towards me in an aureole of charity and magnanimity bearing the gift of water."

"For thou,water,art a proud divinity,allowing no alteraction,no foreignness in thy being.And the joy that thou spreadest is an infinitely simpel joy."

"Water,thou hast no taste,no color,no odor;canst not be defined,art relished while ever mysterios.Not necessary to life,but rather life itself,thou fillest us with å gratification that exceeds the delight of the senses.By thy might,there return into us treasures that we had abandoned.By thy grace,there are realesed in us all the dried-up runnels of our heart.Of the riches that exist in the would,thou art the rarest and also the most delikate-thou so pure within the bowels of the earth!"

"The Arab looked at us without a word.He placed his hands upon our shoulders and we obeyed him:we stretched out upon the sand.Race,language,religion were forgotten.There was only this humbel nomad with the hands of an archangel on our shoulders."