I Write To Escape ... To Escape

I Shall Have To Believe Even Though I Cannot Understand.

Traveling Through Space Is Stupifyingly Monotonous.

In That Little Party There Was Not One Who Would Desert Another; Yet We Were Of Different Countries, Different Colours, Different Races, Different Religions--and One Of Us Was Of A Different World.

Love Is A Strange Master, And Human Nature Is Still Stranger.

I Presume That It Is The Better Part Of Wisdom That We Bow To Our Fate With As Good Grace As Possible.