Integrity Expects Integrity.

Here I Begin To Know That Blessedness Is What Can Be Snatched Out The Passing Day And Put Away To Think Of Afterwards.

You Cannot Demand Truth, And Then Select Half And Throw The Inconvenient Remainder Away.

Every Spring Is The Only Spring, A Perpetual Astonishment.

I Go To Prague Every Year If I Can, Value My Relationships There Like Gold, And Feel Myself In A Sense Czech, With All Their Hopes And Needs. They Are A People I Not Only Love, But Admire.

Life Goes Not In A Straight Line, Lad, But In A Circle. The First Half We Spend Venturing As Far As The World's End From Home And Kin And Stillness, And The Latter Half Brings Us Back, By Roundabout Ways But Surely, To That State From Which We Set Out.