It Is Playing Safe That We Create

When The Morning's Freshness Has Been Replaced By The Weariness Of Midday, When The Leg Muscles Give Under The Strain, The Climb Seems Endless, And Suddenly Nothing Will Go Quite As You Wish It Is Then That You Must Not Hesitate.

You Wake From Dreams Of Doom And--for A Moment--you Know: Beyond All The Noise And The Gestures, The Only Real Thing, Love's Calm Unwavering Flame In The Half-light Of An Early Dawn.

The Only Kind Of Dignity Which Is Genuine Is That Which Is Not Diminished By The Indifference Of Others.

The Life Of Simplicity Is Simple, But It Opens To Us A Book In Which We Never Get Beyond The First Syllable.

Those Who Invoke History Will Certainly Be Heard By History. And They Will Have To Accept Its Verdict.