Religion Is An Attempt, A Noble Attempt,

A Human Being: An Ingenious Assembly Of Portable Plumbing.

The Courage Of The Poet Is To Keep Ajar The Door That Leads Into Madness.

Standing By The Crib Of One's Own Baby, With That World - Old Pang Of Compassion And Protectiveness Toward This So Little Creature That Has All Its Course To Run, The Heart Flies Back In Yearning And Gratitude To Those Who Felt Just So Toward One's Self. Then For The First Time One Understands The Homely Succession Of Sacrifices And Pains By Which Life Is Transmitted And Fostered Down The Stumbling Generations Of Men.

Read, Every Day, Something No One Else Is Reading. Think, Every Day, Something No One Else Is Thinking. Do, Every Day, Something No One Else Would Be Silly Enough To Do. It Is Bad For The Mind To Continually Be Part Of Unanimity.

Truth Is The Ricochet Of A Prejudice Bouncing Off A Fact.