Night, When Words Fade And Things Come

The Job Has Its Grandeurs, Yes. There Is The Exultation Of Arriving Safely After A Storm, The Joy Of Gliding Down Out Of The Darkness Of Night Or Tempest Toward A Sun-drenched Alicante Or Santiago; There Is The Swelling Sense Of Returning To Repossess One's Place In Life, In The Miraculous Garden Of Earth, Where Are Trees And Women And, Down By The Harbor, Friendly Little Bars. When He Has Throttled His Engine And Is Banking Into The Airport, Leaving The Somber Cloud Masses Behind, What Pilot Does Not Break Into Song?

I Am Looking For Friends. What Does That Mean - Tame?" "it Is An Act Too Often Neglected," Said The Fox. "it Means To Establish Ties." "to Establish Ties?" "just That," Said The Fox. "to Me, You Are Still Nothing More Than A Little Boy Who Is Just Like A Hundred Thousand Other Little Boys. And I Have No Need Of You. And You, On Your Part, Have No Need Of Me. To You I Am Nothing More Than A Fox Like A Hundred Thousand Other Foxes. But If You Tame Me, Then We Shall Need Each Other. To Me, You Will Be Unique In All The World. To You, I Shall Be Unique In All The World.

He Who Is Different From Me Does Not Impoverish Me - He Enriches Me. Our Unity Is Constituted In Something Higher Than Ourselves - In Man... For No Man Seeks To Hear His Own Echo, Or To Find His Reflection In The Glass.

I Am Who I Am And I Have The Need To Be.

You Cannot Plant An Acorn In The Morning, And Expect That Afternoon To Sit In The Shade Of An Oak.