The Ends Never Justify The Means Because

Travel Is Compost For The Mind

The Human Spirit Can Be Indomitable And It Is This Rare Quality That Is Not At All To Be Expected That Makes Survivors Of Us All, The Human Race In The Grand Scheme Of Things.

Between His Eyes, There Were Four Lines, The Marks Of Such Misery As Children Should Never Feel. He Spoke With That Wonderful Whisky Voice That So Many Spanish Children Have, And He Was A Tough And Entire Little Boy.

In The Last Camp They All Ate Grass, Until The Authorities Forbade Them To Pull It Up. They Were Accustomed To Having The Fruits Of Their Little Communal Gardens Stolen By The Guards, After They Had Done All The Work; But At The Last Camp Everything Was Stolen.

After The Desperate Years Of Their Own War, After Six Years Of Repression Inside Spain And Six Years Of Horror In Exile, These People Remain Intact In Spirit. They Are Armed With A Transcendent Faith; They Have Never Won, And Yet They Have Never Accepted Defeat.