[religion Is] The Attempt To Be In

We Forget That Every Good That Is Worth Possessing Must Be Paid For In Strokes Of Daily Effort.

The Trail Of The Human Serpent Is Thus Over Everything.

He Who Refuses To Embrace A Unique Opportunity Loses The Prize As Surely As If He Had Failed.

The Further Limits Of Our Being Plunge, It Seems To Me, Into An Altogether Other Dimension Of Existence From The Sensible And Merely Understandable World. Name It The Mystical Region, Or The Supernatural Region, Whichever You Choose. So Far As Our Ideal Impulses Originate In This Region (and Most Of Them Do Originate In It, For We Find Them Possessing Us In A Way For Which We Cannot Articulately Account), We Belong To It In A More Intimate Sense Than That In Which We Belong To The Visible World, For We Belong In The Most Intimate Sense Wherever Our Ideals Belong.

The Deepest Longing In The Human Breast Is The Desire For Appreciation.