The Journey Is Its Own Reward.

The Skin Of The Coward Changes Color All The Time, He Can't Get A Grip On Himself, He Can't Sit Still, He Squats And Rocks, Shifting His Weight From Foot To Foot, His Heart Racing, Pounding Inside The Fellow's Ribs, His Teeth Chattering. He Dreads Some Grisly Death. But The Skin Of A Brave Soldier Never Blanches. He's All Control. Tense But No Great Fear.

We Mortals Hear Only The News, And Know Nothing At All.

If They Think I'm Going To Stop At That Stop Sign, They're Mistaken!

The Lord Gives And The Lord Takes Away, As It Pleases Him, For He Can Do All Things.

Whatever Day Makes Man A Slave, Takes Half His Worth Away.