Opinions May Be Mistaken; Love Never Is.

He Is A Poor Son Whose Sonship Does Not Make Him Desire To Serve All Men's Mothers.

He Who Cannot Rest, Cannot Work; He Who Cannot Let Go, Cannot Hold On; He Who Cannot Find Footing, Cannot Go Forward.

The Stars Are Not So Strange As The Mind That Studies Them, Analyzes Their Light, And Measures Their Distance.

God Is Not A Cosmic Bellboy For Whom We Can Press A Button To Get Things.

The All But Unanimous Judgment Seems To Be That We, The Democracies, Are Just As Responsible For The Rise Of The Dictators As The Dictatorships Themselves, And Perhaps More So.