Mad Is The Man Who Is Forever

You Give Birth To That On Which You Fix Your Mind

The Soldier's Body Becomes A Stock Of Accessories That Are Not His Property.

We Say Nothing Essential About The Cathedral When We Speak Of Its Stones. We Say Nothing Essential About Man When We Seek To Define Him By The Qualities Of Men.

I Am Very Fond Of Sunsets. Come, Let Us Go Look At A Sunset.

A Pilot's Business Is With The Wind, And With The Stars, With Night, With Sand, With The Sea. He Strives To Outwit The Forces Of Nature. He Stares With Expectancy For The Coming Of The Dawn The Way A Gardener Awaits The Coming Of Spring. He Looks Forward To Port As A Promised Land, And Truth For Him Is What Lives In The Stars.