I Have Firmly Decided To

Each Possession I Own Is But A Stone Around My Neck.

I Want To Know All Gods Thoughts; All The Rest Are Just Details.

Only Six Men In The World Know About Relativity. I Am Not One Of Them. When I Ask Them To Explain, They Confused Me.

We Are In The Position Of A Little Child Entering A Huge Library, Whose Walls Are Covered To The Ceiling With Books In Many Different Languages. The Child Knows That Someone Must Have Written Those Books. It Does Not Know Who Or How. It Does Not Understand The The Languages In Which They Are Written. The Child Notes A Definite Plan In The Arrangement Of The Books, A Mysterious Order, Which It Does Not Comprehend But Only Dimly Suspects.

Where You See Difficulty, I See Opportunity.