Perfection Is Not When There Is No

We Are Forever Responsible For That Which We Have Tamed.

Man's Progress Is But A Gradual Discovery That His Questions Have No Meaning.

It Is The Duty Of The Ship's Captain To Make Port, Cost What It May.

It Is The Savor Of Bread Broken With Comrades That Makes Us Accept The Values Of War.

"what Place Would You Advise Me To Visit Now?" He Asked. "the Planet Earth," Replied The Geographer. "it Has A Good Reputation."