Life Is Long Between The Desire And

Old Men Ought To Be Explorers.

Each Venture Is A New Beginning, A Raid On The Inarticulate With Shabby Equipment Always Deteriorating In The General Mess Of Imprecision Of Feeling.

Our High Respect For A Well Read Person Is Praise Enough For Literature.

It Is Not Necessarily Those Lands Which Are The Most Fertile Or Most Favored In Climate That Seem To Me The Happiest, But Those In Which A Long Struggle Of Adaptation Between Man And His Environment Has Brought Out The Best Qualities Of Both.

A Thousand Policemen Directing Traffic Cannot Tell You Why You Come Or Where You Go.