I Refuse To Imprison Our Acts In

One Travels To Run Away From Routine, That Dreadful Routine That Kills All Imagination And All Our Capacity For Enthusiasm.

We Must Develop A Deeper Interest And Greater Understanding Of The People We Meet Here Or Abroad. Like Us, They Are Passengers On Board That Mysterious Ship Called Life.

Only When One Is Able To Grasp Wideness Can One Possess It.

Happiness Is The Intoxication Produced By The Moment Of Poise Between A Satisfactory Past And An Immediate Future, Rich With Promise.

I Did Not Want To Be Depressed By The Gap Existing Between My Weakness And My Ambition.