And I Believe That The

The First Quarter-century Of Your Life Was Doubtless Lived Under The Cloud Of Being Too Young For Things, While The Last Quarter-century Would Normally Be Shadowed By The Still Darker Cloud Of Being Too Old For Them; And Between Those Two Clouds, What Small And Narrow Sunlight Illumines A Human Lifetime!

Surely There Comes A Time When Counting The Cost And Paying The Price Aren't Things To Think About Any More. All That Matters Is Value - The Ultimate Value Of What One Does.

The Right Mixture Of Caring And Not Caring - I Suppose That's What Love Is.

This Storm You Talk Of . . .t Will Be Such A One, My Son, As The World Has Not Seen Before. There Will Be No Safety By Arms, No Help From Authority, No Answer In Science. It Will Rage Till Every Flower Of Culture Is Trampled, And All Human Things Are Leveled In A Vast Chaos.

There's Only One Thing More Important... And That Is, After You've Done What You Set Out To Do, To Feel That It's Been Worth Doing.