If France Is To Be Judged, Judge

For There Is But One Problem - The Problem Of Human Relations. We Forget That There Is No Hope Or Joy Except In Human Relations.

One Can Be A Brother Only In Something. Where There Is No Tie That Binds Men, Men Are Not United But Merely Lined Up.

The One Thing That Matters Is The Effort. It Continues, Whereas The End To Be Attained Is But An Illusion Of The Climber, As He Fares On And On From Crest To Crest; And Once The Goal Is Reached It Has No Meaning.

A Goal Without A Pan Is Just A Wish.

The Magic Of The Craft Has Opened For Me A World In Which I Shall Confront, Within Two Hours, The Black Dragons And The Crowned Crests Of A Coma Of Blue Lightnings, And When Night Has Fallen I, Delivered, Shall Read My Course In The Starts.