It Would Seem To Me That By

We Came Into A Homeless Frontier, A Place Where We Were Not Welcome, Where Nothing That Lived Was Welcome, Where Thought And Logic Were Abhorrent And We Were Frightened, But We Went Into This Place Because The Universe Lay Before Us, And If We Were To Know Ourselves, We Must Know The Universe

Once There Had Been Joy, But Now There Was Only Sadness, And It Was Not, He Knew, Alone The Sadness Of An Empty House; It Was The Sadness Of All Else, The Sadness Of The Earth, The Sadness Of The Failures And The Empty Triumphs.

I Have Not Long To Live. I Have Lasted More Than A Man's Average Allotted Span, And While I Still Am Hale And Hearty, I Know Full Well The Hand Of Time , While It May Miss A Man At One Reaping, Will Get Him At The Next.

What Do You Mean By Faith? Is Faith Enough For Man? Should He Be Satisfied With Faith Alone? Is There No Way Of Finding Out The Truth? Is The Attitude Of Faith, Of Believing In Something For Which There Can Be No More Than Philosophic Proof, The True Mark Of A Christian?

It Seems To Me, Thinking Of It, That There Must Be Some Universal Plan Which Set In Motion The Orbiting Of The Electrons About The Nucleus And The Slower, More Majestic Orbit Of The Galaxies About One Another To The Very Edge Of Space