When Faith Burns Itself Out, 'tis God

The House, The Stars, The Desert -- What Gives Them Their Beauty Is Something That Is Invisible!

It Is Not For Us To Forecast The Future, But To Shape It.

Why Are You Drinking? Demanded The Little Prince. "so That I May Forget," Replied The Tippler. "forget What?" Inquired The Little Prince, Who Was Already Sorry For Him. "forget That I Am Ashamed," The Tippler Confessed, Hanging His Head. "ashamed Of What?" Insisted The Little Prince, Who Wanted To Help Him. "ashamed Of Drinking!

He Who Bears In His Heart A Cathedral To Be Built Is Already Victorious. He Who Seeks To Become Sexton Of A Finished Cathedral Is Already Defeated.

Transport Of The Mails, Transport Of The Human Voice, Transport Of Flickering Pictures-in This Century As In Others Our Highest Accomplishments Still Have The Single Aim Of Bringing Men Together.