To Be Bewitched Is Not To Be

I Have No Axe To Grind; Only My Thoughts To Burnish.

Truth Is One Of The Realities Covered In The Eclectic Religion Of Our Fathers By The Idea Of God. Awe Very Properly Hangs About It, Since It Is The Immovable Standard And Silent Witness Of All Our Memories And Assertions; And The Past And The Future, Which In Our Anxious Life Are So Differently Interesting And So Differently Dark, Are One Seamless Garment For The Truth, Shining Like The Sun.

A Fanatical Imagination Cannot Regard God As Just Unless He Is Represented As Infinitely Cruel.

Perhaps The Universe Is Nothing But An Equilibrium Of Idiocies.

We Must Welcome The Future, Remembering That Soon It Will Be The Past; And We Must Respect The Past, Remembering That It Was Once All That Was Humanly Possible.