There Are Some Places So Beautiful They

You Cannot Reshape Human Nature Without Mutilating Human Beings.

You Can't Belay A Man Who's Falling In Love.

Reason Has Seldom Failed Us Because It Has Seldom Been Tried.

I Suppose Each Of Us Has His Own Fantasy Of How He Wants To Die. I Would Like To Go Out In A Blaze Of Glory, Myself, Or Maybe Simply Disappear Someday, Far Out In The Heart Of The Wilderness I Love, All By Myself, Alone With The Universe And Whatever God May Happen To Be Looking On. Disappear - And Never Return. That's My Fantasy.

We Spend More Time Working For Our Labor-saving Machines Than They Do Working For Us.