I Saw The Sunset Forty-four Times!

We Understand … That What Constitutes The Dignity Of A Craft Is That It Creates A Fellowship, That It Binds Men Together And Fashions For Them A Common Language.

The First Stars Tremble As If Shimmering In Green Water. Hours Must Pass Before Their Glimmer Hardens Into The Frozen Glitter Of Diamonds. I Shall Have A Long Wait Before I Witness The Soundless Frolic Of The Shooting Stars. In The Profound Darkness Of Certain Nights I Have Seen The Sky Streaked With So Many Trailing Sparks That It Seemed To Me A Great Gale Must Be Blowing Through The Outer Heavens.

Truth Is Not That Which Is Demonstrable But That Which Is Ineluctable.

A Man's Age Represents A Fine Cargo Of Experiences And Memories.

Defeat May Prove To Have Been The Only Path To Resurrection, Despite Its Ugliness.