Time moves in one direction, memory another. We are that strange species that constructs artifacts intended to counter the natural flow of forgetting.
I have been driven many times upon my knees by the overwhelming conviction that I had no where else to go. My own wisdom and that of all about me seemed insufficient for that day.
There lives more faith in honest doubt, believe me, than in half the creeds.
Faith, in the sense in which I am here using the word, is the art of holding on to things your reason has once accepted, in spite of your changing moods.
Let the world know what you live for...not what you fall for!
John Paul Warren
Faith is not so much something we believe; faith is something we live.
Joseph B. Wirthlin