Friendship Is Born From An Identity Of

Truths May Clash Without Contradicting Each Other.

So The Crew Fly On With No Thought That They Are In Motion. Like Night Over The Sea, They Are Very Far From The Earth, From Towns, From Trees. The Clock Ticks On. The Dials, The Radio Lamps, The Various Hands And Needles Go Though Their Invisible Alchemy. . . . And When The Hour Is At Hand The Pilot May Glue His Forehead To The Window With Perfect Assurance. Out Of Oblivion The Gold Has Been Smelted: There It Gleams In The Lights Of The Airport.

Here Is My Secret. It Is Very Simple: One Sees Well Only With The Heart. The Essential Is Invisible To The Eyes.

You Cannot Plant An Acorn In The Morning, And Expect That Afternoon To Sit In The Shade Of An Oak.

What Sets Men At Variance Is But The Treachery Of Language, For Always They Desire The Same Things.