None But The Weak Crave To Be

None But The Weak Crave To Be Better Than. Strong Men Are Satisfied With Their Own Strength.

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.

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 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.

Man, Born Of Woman, Has Found It A Hard Thing To Forgive Her For Giving Him Birth. The Patriarchal Protest Against The Ancient Matriarch Has Borne Strange Fruit Through The Years.