Am I, Or The Others Crazy?

One Must Shy Away From Questionable Undertakings, Even When They Bear A High-sounding Name.

I Want To Be Cremated So People Won't Come To Worship At My Bones.

A Human Being Is Part Of A Whole Called By Us The Universe.

We Are In The Position Of A Little Child Entering A Huge Library, Whose Walls Are Covered To The Ceiling With Books In Many Different Languages. The Child Knows That Someone Must Have Written Those Books. It Does Not Know Who Or How. It Does Not Understand The The Languages In Which They Are Written. The Child Notes A Definite Plan In The Arrangement Of The Books, A Mysterious Order, Which It Does Not Comprehend But Only Dimly Suspects.

Whatever There Is Of God And Goodness In The Universe, It Must Work Itself Out And Express Itself Through Us. We Cannot Stand Aside And Let God Do It.