A Time For Prayer "in Times Of

Fill The Unforgiving Minute With Sixty Seconds Worth Of Distance Run.

Men, Not Children Or Servants, Tempered And Taught To The End; Cleansed Of Servile Panic, Slow To Dread Or Despise, Humble Because Of Knowledge, Mighty By Sacrifice.

One Cannot Resist The Lure Of Africa.

At Two O'clock In The Morning, If You Open Your Window And Listen, You Will Hear The Feet Of The Wind That Is Going To Call The Sun. And The Trees In The Shadow Rustle And The Trees In The Moonlight Glisten, And Though It Is Deep, Dark Night, You Feel That The Night Is Done.

One Learns More From A Good Scholar In A Rage Than From A Score Of Lucid And Laborious Drudges.