A Man's Task Is To

To The Medieval Mind The Possibility Of Doubt Did Not Exist.

The Coconut Trees, Lithe And Graceful, Crowd The Beach Like A Minuet Of Slender Elderly Virgins Adopting Flippant Poses.

The Colors Of The Underwater Rock [are] As Pale And Delicate As Those In The Wardrobe Of An 18th-century Marchioness.

His [gen. Douglas Macarthurs] Twenty-two Medals-thirteen Of Them For Heroism-probably Exceeded Those Of Any Other Figure In American History. He Seemed To Seek Death On Battlefields.

A Man's Task Is To Find Himself, And If He Fails In This, It Doesn't Much Matter What Else He Finds.