I Have A Voice, Too, And For

Of All The Inanimate Objects, Of All Men's Creations, Books Are The Nearest To Us For They Contain Our Very Thoughts, Our Ambitions, Our Indignations, Our Illusions, Our Fidelity To The Truth, And Our Persistent Leanings To Error. But Most Of All They Resemble Us In Their Precious Hold On Life.

All Roads Are Long Which Lead To One's Heart's Desire.

I Do Not Know Whether I Have Been A Good Seaman, But I Know I Have Been A Very Faithful One.

They Talk Of A Man Betraying His Country, His Friends, His Sweetheart. There Must Be A Moral Bond First. All A Man Can Betray Is His Conscience.

A Word Carries Far, Very Far, Deals Destruction Through Time As The Bullets Go Flying Through Space.