Cling Tight To Your Sense

He Feared His Maturity As It Grew Upon Him With Its Ripe Thought, Its Skill, Its Finished Art; Yet Which Lacked The Poetry Of Boyhood To Make Living A Full End Of Life.

We Lived Always In The Stretch Or Sag Of Nerves, Either On The Crest Or In The Trough Of Waves Of Feeling.

Mankind Has Had Ten-thousand Years Of Experience At Fighting And If We Must Fight, We Have No Excuse For Not Fighting Well.

It Seemed That Rebellion Must Have An Unassailable Base, Something Guarded Not Merely From Attack, But From The Fear Of It: Such A Base As We Had In The Red Sea Parts, The Desert, Or In The Minds Of The Men We Converted To Our Creed.

It Seems To Me That The Conquest Of The Air Is The Only Major Task For Our Generation.