Nancy, If I Were Your

The Air Is An Extremely Dangerous, Jealous And Exacting Mistress. Once Under The Spell Most Lovers Are Faithful To The End, Which Is Not Always Old Age. Even Those Masters And Princes Of Aerial Fighting, The Survivors Of Fifty Mortal Duels In The High Air Who Have Come Scatheless Through The War And All Its Perils, Have Returned Again And Again To Their Love And Perished Too Often In Some Ordinary Commonplace Flight Undertaken For Pure Amusement.

The Loyalties Which Center Upon Number One Are Enormous. If He Trips, He Must Be Sustained. If He Make Mistakes, They Must Be Covered. If He Sleeps, He Must Not Be Wantonly Disturbed. If He Is No Good, He Must Be Pole-axed.

Although Always Prepared For Martyrdom, I Preferred That It Should Be Postponed.

Leave To The Masters Of Art Trained By A Lifetime Of Devotion The Wonderful Process Of Picture-building And Picture Creation. Go Out Into The Sunlight And Be Happy With What You See.

Solitary Trees, If They Grow At All, Grow Strong.