I Think Joy Is Just As Instructive

If I Didn't Know The Ending Of A Story, I Wouldn't Begin. I Always Write My Last Lines, My Last Paragraph First, And Then I Go Back And Work Towards It. I Know Where I'm Going. I Know What My Goal Is. And How I Get There Is God's Grace.

Life Is A Game Of Piquet Played In A Bramble Bush In Very Bad Weather.

Grant That The Idea Of God Is The Most Splendid Single Act Of The Creative Human Imagination, And That All His Multiple Faces And Attributes Correspond To Some Need And Satisfy Some Deep Desire In Mankind; Still, For The Inquirers, It Is Impossible Not To Conclude That This Mystical Concept Has Been Harnessed Rudely To Machinery Of The Most Mundane Sort, And Has Been Made To Serve The Ends Of An Organization Which, Ruling Under Divine Guidance, Has Ruled Very Little Better, And In Some Respects, Worse, Than Certain Rather Mediocre But Frankly Manmade Systems Of Government.

I Was Always Restless, Always A Roving Spirit. When I Was A Little Child I Was Always Running Away. I Never Got Very Far, But They Were Always Having To Come And Fetch Me. Once When I Was About Six, My Father Came To Get Me Somewhere I'd Gone, And He Told Me Later He'd Asked Me, "why Are You So Restless? Why Can't You Stay Here With Us?" And I Said To Him, "i Want To Go And See The World. I Want To Know The World Like The Palm Of My Hand.

I Have Not Much Interest In Anyone's Personal History After The Tenth Year, Not Even My Own. Whatever One Was Going To Be Was All Prepared Before That.