What Makes The Desert Beautiful Is That

When One Wishes To Play The Wit, He Sometimes Wander A Little From The Truth.

One Only Really Sees With The Heart.

Surely A Man Needs A Closed Place Wherein He May Strike Root And, Like The Seed, Become. But Also He Needs The Great Milky Way Above Him And The Vast Sea Spaces, Though Neither Stars Nor Ocean Serve His Daily Needs.

You Become Responsible For A Long Time For What You've Tamed.

Are Wars... Anything But The Means Whereby A Nation's Problems Are Set, Where Creation Is Stimulated - There You Have Adventure. But There Is No Adventure In Heads-or-tails, In Betting That The Toss Will Come Out Of Life Or Death. War Is Not An Adventure. It Is A Disease. It Is Like Typhus.