One Girl Changed My Life by Rose Resnick My childhood and adolescence were a joyous outpouring of energy, a ceaseless quest for expression, skill, and experience. School was only a background to the supreme delight of lessons in music, dance, and dra...
How to Refill an Empty Life by Albert J Nesbitt One day about fifteen years ago I suddenly came face to face with myself and realized there was something quite empty about my life. My friends and associates perhaps didnt see it. By the generally acce...
I Call Things As I See Them by Ralph Pinelli An umpire has to make instant decisions. Ive learned to call things as I see them. This helps me make a quick reply to such an important and personal question as my belief. My philosophy of life is simple,...
A Shining Day Will Come by Saul K Padover A candid statement of faith becomes, for me, a concentrated spiritual autobiography. My fundamental beliefs are the products of three converging influences that have been silently at work within my personalit...
The Greeks Had an Answer by Gilbert Murray In trying to say what I really believe, I cannot recite one of the traditional creeds, Christian, Jewish, Muslim, Buddhist, or the like. Most of us are born into one of them, and which it is depends simply o...
The Hidden Vitality of Human Beings by Newbold Morris What has been the most appealing part of the development of the American Dream? Well, to some of us, perhaps, the most dramatic phase of our development has been the ceaseless energy of the pionee...
Diogenes Didn't Need a Lamp BY DAVID LOTH I BELIEVE in people. However much of a mess we seem to make of the world, it is people who have brought about all the progress we know, and I don't mean just material progress. All have been for- mulated and...
The Debt of the Artist by Dimitri Mitropoulos Very early in my life, an important event took place: in my impressionable and youthful years, I discovered the personality of St. Francis. Since that time, my main ambition has been canalized into a stro...
A New Control of Destiny by Margaret Mead Children used to play a game of pointing at someone, suddenly saying, What are you? Some people answered by saying, I am a human being, or by nationality or by religion. When this question was put to me by a...
Life Grows in the Soil of Time by Thomas Mann What I believe, what I value most, is transitoriness. But is not transitoriness - the perishableness of life - something very sad? No! It is the very soul of existence. It imparts value, dignity, interest...
