If I Had Not Some

After Months Of Want And Hunger, We Suddenly Found Ourselves Able To Have Meals Fit For The Gods, And With Appetites The Gods Might Have Envied.

I Have Often Marveled At The Thin Line Which Separates Success From Failure.

When Things Are Easy, I Hate It.

The Noise Resembles The Roar Of Heavy, Distant Surf. Standing On The Stirring Ice One Can Imagine It Is Disturbed By The Breathing And Tossing Of A Mighty Giant Below.

If You're A Leader, A Fellow That Other Fellows Look To, You've Got To Keep Going.