There Is One Ray Of Hope. It

When We First Got Married, We Made A Pact. It Was This: In Our Life Together, It Was Decided I Would Make All Of The Big Decisions And My Wife Would Make All Of The Little Decisions. For Fifty Years, We Have Held True To That Agreement. I Believe That Is The Reason For The Success In Our Marriage. However, The Strange Thing Is That In Fifty Years, There Hasn’t Been One Big Decision.

God Has Given Me A Mule-like Stubbornness To Stick With A Difficult Problem And The Intuitive Powers To Conceptualize Complex Hypothetical Situations In My Mind.

We Know Nothing At All. All Our Knowledge Is But The Knowledge Of Schoolchildren. The Real Nature Of Things We Shall Never Know.

The Really Valuable Thing In The Pageant Of Human Life Seems To Me Not The Political State, But The Creative, Sentient Individual, The Personality; It Alone Creates The Noble And The Sublime, While The Herd As Such Remains Dull In Thought And Dull In Feeling.

The Normal Objective Of My Thought Affords No Insight Into The Dark Places Of Human Will And Feeling.