The pendulum of the mind oscillates between sense and nonsense, not between right and wrong

The pendulum of the mind alternates between sense and nonsense, not between right and wrong.

I know that in many things I am not like others, but I do not know what I really am like. Man cannot compare himself with any other creature; he is not a monkey, not a cow, not a tree. I am a man. But what is it to be that? Like every other being, I am a splinter of the infinite deity, but I cannot contrast myself with any animal, any plant or any stone. Only a mythical being has a range greater than man's. How then can man form any definite opinions about himself?

The creative mind plays with the object it loves

I could not say I believe. I know! I have had the experience of being gripped by something that is stronger than myself, something that people call God.

It all depends on how we look at things, and not on how they are themselves