Truths May Clash Without Contradicting Each Other.

I Shall Never Again Admire A Merely Brave Man.

The Dignity Of The Individual Demands That He Be Not Reduced To Vassalage By The Largesse Of Others.

I Saw The Sunset Forty-four Times!

I Don't Understand These People Anymore, That Travel The Commuter-trains To Their Dormitory Towns. These People That Call Themselves Human, But, By A Pressure They Do Not Feel, Are Forced To Do Their Work Like Ants. With What Do They Fill Their Time When They Are Free Of Work On Their Silly Little Sundays? I Am Very Fortunate In My Profession. I Feel Like A Farmer, With The Airstrips As My Fields. Those That Have Once Tasted This Kind Of Fare Will Not Forget It Ever. Not So, My Friends?

Night, When Words Fade And Things Come Alive.