Backward, turn backward,
O Time, in your flight make me a child again just for to-night!
The voting booth joint is a great leveller, the whole neighbourhood – rich, poor, old, young, decrepit and spunky – they all turn out in one day.
I am a human and I will only live a life which does credit to humans. I have been blessed with beautiful human form, a sharp intellect and a sensitive heart. How do I activate these gifts? Blessed with a priceless life, why should I not fit it with compassion for all beings?
If we had no winter, the spring would not be so pleasant: if we did not sometimes taste of adversity, prosperity would not be so welcome.
People will ask me: Don’t you believe in God? No, I don’t. I believe in two things above all: Nature and Love. Nature is all-powerful. Love is how I understand the good. It might have been nice to believe in God, often defined as all-powerful and good, but combining the two like that has always posed too much of a contradiction for my poor mind to believe in.
