To Move With The Times Is, Of

All Mortals Tend To Turn Into The Thing They Are Pretending To Be. This Is Elementary

There Are No Ordinary People. You Have Never Talked To A Mere Mortal. Nations, Cultures, Arts, Civilizations - These Are Mortal, And Their Life Is To Ours As The Life Of A Gnat. But It Is Immortals Whom We Joke With, Work With, Marry, Snub And Exploit - Immortal Horrors Or Everlasting Splendors. This Does Not Mean That We Are To Be Perpetually Solemn. We Must Play. But Our Merriment Must Be Of That Kind (and It Is, In Fact, The Merriest Kind) Which Exists Between People Who Have, From The Outset, Taken Each Other Seriously - No Flippancy, No Superiority, No Presumption.

When We Are Lost In The Woods, The Sight Of A Signpost Is A Great Matter.

I Seemed To Hear God Saying, "put Down Your Gun And We'll Talk.

For His Mind Was Full Of Forlorn Hopes, Death-or-glory Charges, And Last Stands.