I Still Find Each Day Too Short.

The Lure Of The Distant And The Difficult Is Deceptive. The Great Opportunity Is Where You Are.

In Winter The Stars Seem To Have Rekindled Their Fires, The Moon Achieves A Fuller Triumph, And The Heavens Wear A Look Of A More Exalted Simplicity.

It Doesn't Seem To Be That Huge A Commitment That Would Create, You Know, Some Kind Of Really Powerful Constituency. But The History Has Been For The United States And Russia Especially That Nuclear Weapons Have Kind Of Become Part Of The Identity Of The Countries.

A Man Can Fail Many Times, But He Isn't A Failure Until He Begins To Blame Somebody Else.

Look Up At The Miracle Of The Falling Snow,—the Air A Dizzy Maze Of Whirling, Eddying Flakes, Noiselessly Transforming The World, The Exquisite Crystals Dropping In Ditch And Gutter, And Disguising In The Same Suit Of Spotless Livery All Objects Upon Which They Fall.