I Was Too Young To

The Airplane Has Unveiled For Us The True Face Of The Earth.

Of Course I’ll Hurt You. Of Course You’ll Hurt Me. Of Course We Will Hurt Each Other. But This Is The Very Condition Of Existence. To Become Spring, Means Accepting The Risk Of Winter. To Become Presence, Means Accepting The Risk Of Absence.

The One Thing That Matters Is The Effort. It Continues, Whereas The End To Be Attained Is But An Illusion Of The Climber, As He Fares On And On From Crest To Crest; And Once The Goal Is Reached It Has No Meaning.

I Will Appoint Captains To Rule My Cities, For It Is In The Compelling Zest Of High Adventure And Of Victory, And In Creative Action, That Man Finds His Supreme Joys.

There Is No Hope Of Joy Except In Human Relations.