In Critical And Baffling Situations, It Is

The One Who Cannot See That On Earth A Big Endeavor Is Taking Place, An Important Plan, On Which Realization We Are Allowed To Collaborate As Faithful Servants, Certainly Has To Be Blind.

Without Ships, We Cannot Live.

The World Looks With Some Awe Upon A Man Who Appears Unconcernedly Indifferent To Home, Money, Comfort, Rank, Or Even Power And Fame. The World Feels Not Without A Certain Apprehension, That Here Is Someone Outside Its Jurisdiction; Someone Before Whom Its Allurements May Be Spread In Vain; Some One Strangely Enfranchised, Untamed, Untrammelled By Convention, Moving Independent Of The Ordinary Currents Of Human Action.

Victory At All Costs, Victory In Spite Of All Terror, Victory However Long And Hard The Road May Be; For Without Victory, There Is No Survival.

To Be Really Happy And Really Safe, One Ought To Have At Least Two Or Three Hobbies, And They Must All Be Real.