I Go To Books And

A Man Can Fail Many Times, But He Isn't A Failure Until He Begins To Blame Somebody Else.

The Poor Old Earth Which Has Mothered Us And Nursed Us We Treat With Scant Respect. Our Awe And Veneration We Reserve For The Worlds We Know Not Of. Our Senses Sell Us Out. The Mud On Our Shoes Disenchants Us.

You Cannot Use [nuclear Weapons] To Target Civilians; You Cannot Use Them Against Military Targets If They Have Indiscriminate Effects On Civilians In Addition To The Attack On The Military Target.

I See On A Immense Scale, And As Clearly As In A Demonstration In A Laboratory, That Good Comes Out Of Evil; That The Impartiality Of The Nature Providence Is Best; That We Are Made Strong By What We Overcome; That Man Is Man Because He Is As Free To Do Evil As To Do Good; That Life Is As Free To Develop Hostile Forms As To Develop Friendly; That Power Waits Upon Him Who Earns It; That Disease, Wars, The Unloosened, Devastating Elemental Forces Have Each And All Played Their Part In Developing And Hardening Man And Giving Him The Heroic Fiber.

Then, Again, How Annoying To Be Told It Is Only Five Miles To The Next Place When It Is Really Eight Or Ten!