To Serve Does Not Mean

You Must Build Your Life As If It Were A Work Of Art.

Self-sufficiency, Independence, The Capacity To Stand Apart, To Differ, To Resist, And To Defy-all Are Modes Of Being Human.

All That Is Left Is To Us Is Our Being Horrified At The Loss Of Our Sense Of Horror.

Life Is Not Meaningful...unle Ss It Is Serving An End Beyond Itself; Unless It Is Of Value To Someone Else.

Faith Is Not The Clinging To A Shrine But An Endless Pilgrimage Of The Heart. Audacious Longing, Burning Songs, Daring Thoughts, An Impulse Overwhelming The Heart, Usurping The Mind--these Are All A Drive Towards Serving Him Who Rings Our Hearts Like A Bell. It Is As If He Were Waiting To Enter Our Empty, Perishing Lives.