I Am Mentally Bifocal.

There Is An Alchemy In Sorrow. It Can Be Transmuted Into Wisdom, Which, If It Does Not Bring Joy, Can Yet Bring Happiness.

We Must Have Hope Or Starve To Death.

None Who Have Always Been Free Can Understand The Terrible Fascinating Power Of The Hope Of Freedom To Those Who Are Not Free.

The Typhoon Came Out Of The Sea First As A Deep Hollow Roar. ... I Was Surrounded By The Madness, The Unreason, Of Uncontrolled, Undisciplined Energy. None Of This Made Any Sense. It Was Worse Than Useless - It Was Nature Destroying Its Own Creation - Its Own Self. To Create By The Long Process Of Growth And Then To Destroy By A Fit Of Wild Emotion - Was This Not Madness, Was This Not Unreason?

In Our Changing World Nothing Changes More Than Geography.