He Who Has Gone, So We But

Peace Dies When The Framework Is Ripped Apart. When There Is No Longer A Place That Is Yours In The World. When You Know No Longer Where Your Friend Is To Be Found.

The Job Has Its Grandeurs, Yes. There Is The Exultation Of Arriving Safely After A Storm, The Joy Of Gliding Down Out Of The Darkness Of Night Or Tempest Toward A Sun-drenched Alicante Or Santiago; There Is The Swelling Sense Of Returning To Repossess One's Place In Life, In The Miraculous Garden Of Earth, Where Are Trees And Women And, Down By The Harbor, Friendly Little Bars. When He Has Throttled His Engine And Is Banking Into The Airport, Leaving The Somber Cloud Masses Behind, What Pilot Does Not Break Into Song?

Nothing Can Match The Treasure Of Common Memories.

I Am Looking For Friends. What Does That Mean - Tame?" "it Is An Act Too Often Neglected," Said The Fox. "it Means To Establish Ties." "to Establish Ties?" "just That," Said The Fox. "to Me, You Are Still Nothing More Than A Little Boy Who Is Just Like A Hundred Thousand Other Little Boys. And I Have No Need Of You. And You, On Your Part, Have No Need Of Me. To You I Am Nothing More Than A Fox Like A Hundred Thousand Other Foxes. But If You Tame Me, Then We Shall Need Each Other. To Me, You Will Be Unique In All The World. To You, I Shall Be Unique In All The World.

Freedom And Constraint Are Two Aspects Of The Same Necessity, Which Is To Be What One Is And No Other.