It Is The Missed Opportunity That Counts,

Life Has Meaning Only If One Barters It Day By Day For Something Other Than Itself.

Commonly, People Believe That Defeat Is Characterized By A General Bustle And A Feverish Rush. Bustle And Rush Are The Signs Of Victory, Not Of Defeat. Victory Is A Thing Of Action. It Is A House In The Act Of Being Built. Every Participant In Victory Sweats And Puffs, Carrying The Stones For The Building Of The House. But Defeat Is A Thing Of Weariness, Of Incoherence, Of Boredom. And Above All Of Futility.

No Single Event Can Awaken Within Us A Stranger Whose Existence We Had Never Suspected. To Live Is To Be Slowly Born.

Navigating By The Compass In A Sea Of Clouds Over Spain Is All Very Well, It Is Very Dashing, But - You Want To Remember That Below The Sea Of Clouds Lies Eternity.

In Giving You Are Throwing A Bridge Across The Chasm Of Your Solitude.