Aim High. You May Still Miss The

I Wanted To Give You A Victory. But By Their Essential Nature Triumphs Can’t Be Given.

Miles Exhaled Carefully, Faint With Rage And Reminded Grief. He Does Not Know, He Told Himself. He Cannot Know... "ivan, One Of These Days Somebody Is Going To Pull Out A Weapon And Plug You, And You're Going To Die In Bewilderment, Crying, "what Did I Say? What Did I Say?" "what Did I Say?" Asked Ivan Indignantly.

Your Father Calls You To His Court. You Need Not Pack. You Go Garbed In Glorious Raiment. He Waits Eagerly By His Palace Doors To Welcome You, And Has Prepared A Place At The High Table, By His Side, In The Company Of The Great-souled, Honored, And Best-beloved.

Aim High. You May Still Miss The Target, But At Least You Won't Shoot Your Foot Off.

All The Geniuses I Ever Met Were So Just Part Of The Time. To Qualify, You Only Have To Be Great Once, You Know. Once When It Matters.