Story Is The Language Of

A Soldier Surrounded By Enemies, If He Is To Cut His Way Out, Needs To Combine A Strong Desire For Living With A Strange Carelessness About Dying. He Must Not Merely Cling To Life, For Then He Will Be A Coward, And Will Not Escape. He Must Not Merely Wait For Death, For Then He Will Be A Suicide, And Will Not Escape. He Must Seek His Life In A Spirit Of Furious Indifference To It; He Must Desire Life Like Water And Yet Drink Death Like Wine.

Most Of What You Encounter When You Meet A Man Is A Facade, An Elaborate Fig Leaf, A Brilliant Disguise.

We Are Not Inviting—we Are Guarded. Most Of Our Energy Is Spent Trying To Hide Our True Selves, And Control Our Worlds To Have Some Sense Of Security.

If We Can Reawaken That Fierce Quality In A Man, Hook It Up To A Higher Purpose, Release The Warrior Within, Then The Boy Can Grow Up And Become Truly Masculine.

Every Man Carries A Wound. I Have Never Met A Man Without One. No Matter How Good Your Life May Have Seemed To You, You Live In A Broken World Full Of Broken People.