The Essence Of War Is Insanity. Destruction,

A Book Is A Friend. You Can Never Have Too Many.

Initially, He Worried That He Might Be Going Crazy. But Then He Decided If You Felt You Were Crazy You Weren't Really Crazy Because He Had Heard Somewhere That Crazy People Didn't Know They Were Insane.

Patience, He Thought. So Much Of This Was Patience - Waiting, And Thinking And Doing Things Right. So Much Of All This, So Much Of All Living Was Patience And Thinking.

I Spent Uncounted Hours Sitting At The Bow Looking At The Water And The Sky, Studying Each Wave, Different From The Last, Seeing How It Caught The Light, The Air, The Wind; Watching Patterns, The Sweep Of It All, And Letting It Take Me. The Sea.

He Had To Keep Thinking Of Them Because If He Forgot Them And Did Not Think Of Them They Might Forget About Him. And He Had To Keep Hoping.