I Never Wrote Anything That Was Published

I Had Been Educated With Free Scholarships. I Went To Nine Different Universities, Always At Public Expense, And When You Have That Experience, You Are Almost Obligated To Give It Back. It's As Simple As That.

Millions Upon Millions Of Years Ago, When The Continents Were Already Formed And The Principal Features Of The Earth Had Been Decided, There Existed, Then As Now, One Aspect Of The World That Dwarfed All Other ... A Mighty Ocean, Resting Uneasily To The East Of The Largest Continent, A Restless Ever-changing, Gigantic Body Of Water That Would Later Be Described As Pacific.

The Sense Of Belonging Is One Of The Great Gifts Men Get In Battle.

. . . Luddites Were Those Frenzied Traditionalists Of The Early 19th Century Who Toured [england] Wrecking New Weaving Machines On The Theory That If They Were Destroyed . . . Old Jobs And Old Ways Of Life Could Be Preserved . . . At Certain Times In His Life Each Man Is Tempted To Become A Luddite, For There Is Always Something He Would Like To Go Back To. But To Be Against All Change-against Change In The Abstract-is Folly.

Every Animal That Walks The Earth, Or Swims, Or Flies Is Precious Beyond Description, Something So Rare And Wonderful That It Equals The Stars Or The Ocean Or The Mind Of Man.