A man may come to doubt the omnipotence of God without denying his
Maker. He may scorn churchly creeds and cleave to the Golden Rule. He
may hate greed and oppression, and injustice and intolerance, and
ruthless exploitation of man by man--and still hold firm faith in
humanity, still yearn to love his neighbor as himself.
To do good, to fight hard and play fair, to love faithfully and to
desire love, to go out of the world when his time should come with the
knowledge of having at least tried to make it a little better for those
who were in it, and for those who should come after. That was Wes
Thompson's working philosophy of life--if he might be said to have a
philosophy--although he certainly never formulated it in words.
He married a woman whom he loved dearly, who loved him, was proud of
him, who saw life as he did--through tolerant, comprehending eyes. So if
you ask whether they found real and lasting happiness I can only cite
you bald facts. I cannot prophesy. But I wish my chances were as good.