My Theology, Briefly, Is That The Universe

The Human Mind Appears Suddenly And Inexplicably Out Of Some Unknown And Unimaginable Void. It Passes Half Its Known Life In The Mental Chaos Of Sleep. Even When Awake It Is A Victim Of Its Own Ill-adjustment, Of Disease, Of Age, Of External Suggestion, Of Nature's Compulsions; It Doubts Its Own Sensations And Trusts Only In Instruments And Averages.

It Is Unfair To Blame Man Too Fiercely For Being Pugnacious; He Learned The Habit From Nature.

If We Discovered That We Only Had Five Minutes Left To Say All That We Wanted To Say, Every Telephone Booth Would Be Occupied By People Calling Other People To Stammer That They Loved Them.

Beware Of The Conversationalist Who Adds "in Other Words." He Is Merely Starting Afresh.

When You Sell A Man A Book You Don't Sell Just Twelve Ounces Of Paper And Ink And Glue - You Sell Him A Whole New Life. Love And Friendship And Humour And Ships At Sea By Night - There's All Heaven And Earth In A Book, A Real Book.