The Tree Is A Slow, Enduring Force

A Goal Without A Pan Is Just A Wish.

A Pilot's Business Is With The Wind, And With The Stars, With Night, With Sand, With The Sea. He Strives To Outwit The Forces Of Nature. He Stares With Expectancy For The Coming Of The Dawn The Way A Gardener Awaits The Coming Of Spring. He Looks Forward To Port As A Promised Land, And Truth For Him Is What Lives In The Stars.

For, To Conceited Men, All Other Men Are Admirers.

It Is Only With The Heart That One Can See Rightly.

I Saw The Sunset Forty-four Times!