None But The Weak Crave To Be

To Believe In Something Not Yet Proved And To Underwrite It With Our Lives: It Is The Only Way We Can Leave The Future Open. Man, Surrounded By Facts, Permitting Himself No Surmise, No Intuitive Flash, No Great Hypothesis, No Risk, Is In A Locked Cell. Ignorance Cannot Seal The Mind And Imagination More Surely.

The Human Heart Dares Not Stay Away Too Long From That Which Hurt It Most. There Is A Return Journey To Anguish That Few Of Us Are Released From Making.

Belief In Some One's Right To Punish You Is The Fate Of All Children In Judaic-christian Culture. But Nowhere Else, Perhaps, Have The Rich Seed-beds Of Western Homes Found Such A Growing Climate For Guilt As Is Produced In The South By The Combination Of A Warm Moist Evangelism And Racial Segregation.

To Find The Point Where Hypothesis And Fact Meet; The Delicate Equilibrium Between Dream And Reality; The Place Where Fantasy And Earthly Things Are Metamorphosed Into A Work Of Art; The Hour When Faith In The Future Becomes Knowledge Of The Past; To Lay Down One's Power For Others In Need; To Shake Off The Old Ordeal And Get Ready For The New; To Question, Knowing That Never Can The Full Answer Be Found; To Accept Uncertainties Quietly, Even Our Incomplete Knowledge Of God; This Is What Man's Journey Is About, I Think.

When You Stop Learning, Stop Listening, Stop Looking And Asking Questions, Always New Questions, Then It Is Time To Die.