You Can't Go Feeding Your Hate On

It Is Better Just To Get On With The Business Of Living And Minding Your Own Business And Maybe, If God Likes The Way You Do Things, He May Just Let You Flower For A Day Or A Night. But Don't Go Pestering And Begging And Telling Him All Your Stupid Little Sins, That Way You Will Spoil His Day.

Each Of Us Has Been Designed For One Of Two Immortal Functions, As Either A Storyteller Or As A Cross-legged Listener To Tales Of Wonder, Love, And Daring. When We Cease To Tell Or Listen, Then We No Longer Exist As A People.

. . . God Is Too Busy Making The Sun Come Up And Go Down And Watching So The Moon Floats Just Right In The Sky To Be Concerned With Color . . . Only Man Wants Always God Should Be There To Condemn This One And Save That One. Always It Is Man Who Wants To Make Heaven And Hell. God Is Too Busy Training The Bees To Make Honey And Every Morning Opening Up All The New Flowers For Business.

As Is So Often The Case With A Legend, Every Incident Has Two Possible Interpretations, The Plausible And The One That Is Molded To Suit The Making Of The Myth. Man Is A Romantic At Heart And Will Always Put Aside Dull, Plodding Reason For The Excitement Of An Enigma. As Doc Had Pointed Out, Mystery, Not Logic, Is What Gives Us Hope And Keeps Us Believing In A Force Greater Than Our Own Insignificance.

Winning Is A State Of Mind That Embraces Everything You Do.