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The Man Who Flies Shall Fight Again. [lat., Qui Fugiebat, Rusus Praeliabitur.]

One Believes In What One Wants To Believe In.

It Is Impossible For Men Engaged In Low And Groveling Pursuits To Have Noble And Generous Sentiments. A Man's Thought Must Always Follow His Employment.

Since We Are Not Yet Fully Comfortable With The Idea That People From The Next Village Are As Human As Ourselves, It Is Presumptuous In The Extreme To Suppose We Could Ever Look At Sociable, Tool-making Creatures Who Are From Other Evolutionary Paths And See Not Beasts, But Brothers, Not Rivals, But Fellow Pilgrims Journeying To The Shrine Of Intelligence...the Difference... Is Not In The Creature Judged, But In The Creature Judging.

The Readiest And Surest Way To Get Rid Of Censure, Is To Correct Ourselves.