The Dreamers Of The Day Are Dangerous...

Yet When We Achieved, And The New World Dawned, The Old Men Came Out Again And Took Our Victory To Remake It In The Likeness Of The Former World They Knew. Youth Could Win, But Had Not Learned To Keep: And Was Pitiably Weak Against Age. We Stammered That We Had Worked For A New Heaven And A New Earth, And They Thanked Us Kindly And Made Their Peace.

It Seems To Me That The Conquest Of The Air Is The Only Major Task For Our Generation.

Men Have Looked Upon The Desert As Barren Land, The Free Holding Of Whoever Chose; But In Fact Each Hill And Valley In It Had A Man Who Was Its Acknowledged Owner And Would Quickly Assert The Right Of His Family Or Clan To It, Against Aggression.

Isn't It True That The Fault Of Birth Rests Somewhat On The Child? I Believe It's We Who Led Our Parents On To Bear Us, And It's Our Unborn Children Who Make Our Flesh Itch.

The Literature Of Disease Is More Interesting To Me Than All The Healthy Books.