One Of The Marks Of A Gift

We Have The Bad Habit, Some Of Us, Of Looking Back To A Time - Almost Any Time Will Do - When Society Was Stable And Orderly, Family Ties Stronger And Deeper, Love More Lasting And Faithful, And So On. Let Me Be Your Cassandra Prophesying After The Fact, And A Long Study Of The Documents In The Case: It Was Never True, That Is, No Truer Than It Is Now.

It Is My Firm Belief That All Our Lives We Are Preparing To Be Somebody Or Something, Even If We Don't Do It Consciously. And The Time Comes One Morning When You Wake Up And Find That You Have Become Irrevocably What You Were Preparing All This Time To Be.

I Want To Go And See The World. I Want To Know The World Like The Palm Of My Hand.

Words Can Never Get At The Truth.

Untrained Minds Have Always Been A Nuisance To The Military Police Of Orthodoxy. God-intoxicated Mystics And Untidy Saints With Only A White Blaze Of Divine Love Where Their Minds Should Have Been, Are Perpetually Creating Almost As Much Disorder Within The Law As Outside It.