The Nose Is Surely One Of The

We Know That The Furies Do Not Come Uninvited.

If We Say I Love You, It May Be Received With Doubt, For There Are Times When It Is Hard To Believe. Say I Hate You, And The One Spoken To Believes It Instantly, Once For All. ... Love Must Be Learned, And Learned Again And Again; There Is No End To It. Hate Needs No Instruction, But Waits Only To Be Provoked.

One Of The Marks Of A Gift Is To Have The Courage Of It.

Grant That The Idea Of God Is The Most Splendid Single Act Of The Creative Human Imagination, And That All His Multiple Faces And Attributes Correspond To Some Need And Satisfy Some Deep Desire In Mankind; Still, For The Inquirers, It Is Impossible Not To Conclude That This Mystical Concept Has Been Harnessed Rudely To Machinery Of The Most Mundane Sort, And Has Been Made To Serve The Ends Of An Organization Which, Ruling Under Divine Guidance, Has Ruled Very Little Better, And In Some Respects, Worse, Than Certain Rather Mediocre But Frankly Manmade Systems Of Government.

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.