There Is Nothing That Is So Wonderfully Created As The Human Soul. There Is Something Of God In It. We Are Infinite In The Future, Though We Are Finite In The Past.
Space, And Space Again, Is The Infinite Deity Which Surrounds Us And In Which We Are Ourselves Contained.
You're Exactly Where You're Meant To Be, Meandering Along A Crooked Path.
If I Have A System It Is Limited To A Recognition Of What Kierkegaard Called 'the Infinite Qualitative Distinction' Between Time And Eternity
Thus It Is Necessary To Commence From An Inescapable Duality: The Finite Is Not The Infinite.
To Every One Of Us There Must Come A Time When The Whole Universe Will Be Found To Have Been A Dream, When We Find The Soul Is Infinitely Better Than Its Surroundings. It Is Only A Question Of Time, And Time Is Nothing In The Infinite.