Reality Is A Narrow Little House Which

I Look Upon Life As A Gift From God. I Did Nothing To Earn It. Now That The Time Is Coming To Give It Back, I Have No Right To Complain.

No Doubt Any Connoisseur, Any Collector, Some Bored Old Millionaire When He Shows Off His Treasures, Is Seeking In Your Praise The Resurrection And The Life.

God Is A Character, A Real And Consistent Being, Or He Is Nothing. If God Did A Miracle He Would Deny His Own Nature And The Universe Would Simply Blow Up, Vanish, Become Nothing.

Of All Things I Find Most Unbearable Is The Injustice Of One Generation To Another.

Reality Is A Narrow Little House Which Becomes A Prison To Those Who Can't Get Out Of It.