“So I do not pray. I accept the means at my disposal for working out my destiny. It seems to me that I have been given a mind and will-power for that very purpose. I do not expect God to single me out and grant me advantages over my fellow men. Prayer is for those who need it. Prayer seems to me a cry of weakness, and an attempt to avoid, by trickery, the rules of the game as laid down. I do not choose to admit weakness. I accept the challenge of responsibility. Life, as it is, does not frighten me, since I have made my peace with the universe as I find it, and bow to its laws.”
Zora Neale Hurston
Walter: That makes one of us; little memory loss is often kind to the soul.
Nicholas: Is that figure of speech or do you believe there is such a thing? The soul?
Walter: There are days when I wish I did and there are days when I wish I didn’t.
Nicholas: I often wake up at night, frighten, with the understanding that there are things that man shouldn’t know. And the scientific trespasses that I have committed…
Walter: …will one day be judged…we often debate this very thing…if indeed there is as a soul then we must consider then that there is still time for redemption. You’re not being whole enough to be judged yet.