Whatever A Man Imagines He Can Attain,

We Are Compelled To Work More Hours Per Day, Receive Less Pay Per Hour, Pay More For What We Buy, And Recieve Less For What We Sell. The Consequence Is That We Must Work Harder And More Hours Per Day Than We Should, And In The End Have Less Than What Is Due To Us As Our Part Of The Advantages, Conveniences And Opportunities Resulting From Advancing Civilization.

While My Hand Is On The Stick, My Feet On The Rudder, And My Eyes On The Compass, This Consciousness, Like A Winged Messenger, Goes Out To Visit The Waves Below, Testing The Warmth Of Water, The Speed Of Wind, The Thickness Of Intervening Clouds. It Goes North To The Glacial Coasts Of Greenland, Over The Horizon To The Edge Of Dawn, Ahead To Ireland, England, And The Continent Of Europe, Away Through Space To The Moon And Stars, Always Returning, Unwillingly, To The Mortal Duty Of Seeing That The Limbs And Muscles Have Attended Their Routine While It Was Gone.

I Hope You Either Take Up Parachute Jumping Or Stay Out Of Single Motored Airplanes At Night.

It Is Not The Willingness To Kill On The Part Of Our Soldiers Which Most Concerns Me. That Is An Inherent Part Of War. It Is Our Lack Of Respect For Even The Admirable Characteristics Of Our Enemy; For Courage, For Suffering, For Death, For His Willingness To Die For His Beliefs, For His Companies And Squadrons Which Go Forth, One After Another, To Annihilation Against Our Superior Training And Equipment.

Life Without Risks Is Not Worth Living.