The Heart Never Grows Old.

When One Commits One's Self To An Airborne Craft And The Door Is Fastened Against Earth And Home, There Is No Escape Even By Running Away. The Result Is A Strange Sense Of Peace - Desperate, Perhaps, But Peace.

Inside Myself Is A Place Where I Live All Alone And That Is Where I Renew My Springs That Never Dry Up.

The Test Of A Civilization Is In The Way That It Cares For Its Helpless Members

Most Mothers Kiss And Scold Together.

The Typhoon Came Out Of The Sea First As A Deep Hollow Roar. ... I Was Surrounded By The Madness, The Unreason, Of Uncontrolled, Undisciplined Energy. None Of This Made Any Sense. It Was Worse Than Useless - It Was Nature Destroying Its Own Creation - Its Own Self. To Create By The Long Process Of Growth And Then To Destroy By A Fit Of Wild Emotion - Was This Not Madness, Was This Not Unreason?