What's A Joy To The One Is

For The Villainy Of The World Is Great, And A Man Has To Run His Legs Off To Keep Them From Being Stolen Out Fom Underneath Him.

General, Your Tank Is A Powerful Vehicle It Smashes Down Forests And Crushes A Hundred Men. But It Has One Defect: It Needs A Driver. General, Your Bomber Is Powerful. It Flies Faster Than A Storm And Carries More Than An Elephant. But It Has One Defect: It Needs A Mechanic. General, Man Is Very Useful. He Can Fly And He Can Kill. But He Has One Defect: He Can Think.

Go Make Yourself A Plan And Be A Shining Light. Then Make Yourself A Second Plan, For Neither Will Come Right.

I Don't Like Where I'm Going And I Don't Like Where I've Been. Why Am I In A Hurry?

Then I Will Tell You Something. I Do Not Believe In It. Forty Years Among Men Has Consistently Taught Me That They Are Not Amenable To Commonsense. Show Them The Red Tail Of A Comet, Fill Them With Black Terror, And They Will All Come Running Out Of Their Houses And Break Their Legs. But Tell Them One Sensible Proposition, And Support It With Seven Reasons, And They Will Simply Laugh In Your Face.