I Wonder," He Said, "whether The Stars

Here Is My Secret. It Is Very Simple: One Sees Well Only With The Heart. The Essential Is Invisible To The Eyes.

The Friend Within The Man Is That Part Of Him Which Belongs To You And Opens To You A Door Which Never, Perhaps, Is Opened To Another. Such A Friend Is True, And All He Says Is True; And He Loves You Even If He Hates You In Other Mansions Of His Heart.

One Man May Hit The Mark, Another Blunder; But Heed Not These Distinctions. Only From The Alliance Of The One, Working With And Through The Other, Are Great Things Born.

You Cannot Plant An Acorn In The Morning, And Expect That Afternoon To Sit In The Shade Of An Oak.

War Is Not An Adventure. It Is A Disease. It Is Like Typhus.