Author: Tom (---.anitex.by)
Date: 02-06-06 00:18
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A baby is an alimentary canal with a loud voice at one end and no
responsibility at the other.
My love is as a fever longing still,
For that which longer nurseth the disease;
Feeding on that which doth preserve the ill,
The uncertain sickly appetite to please.
My reason, the physician to my love,
Angry that his prescriptions are not kept,
Hath left me, and I desperate now approve
Desire is death, which physic did except.
Past cure I am, now Reason is past care,
And frantic-mad with evermore unrest;
My thoughts and my discourse as madmen\'s are,
At random from the truth vainly express\'d;
For I have sworn thee fair, and thought thee bright,
Who art as black as hell, as dark as night.
Now that I am a Christian I do not have moods in which the whole thing looks very improbable: but when I was an atheist I
had moods in which Christianity looked terribly probable.
- C.S. Lewis, In Religion
It is best, it seems to me, to separate one\'s inner striving from one\'s
trade as far as possible. It is not good when one\'s daily break is tied to
God\'s special blessing. -- Albert Einstein