I Am Very Fond Of

Man Is, Above All, He Who Creates.

Pure Logic Is The Ruin Of The Spirit.

I Will Appoint Captains To Rule My Cities, For It Is In The Compelling Zest Of High Adventure And Of Victory, And In Creative Action, That Man Finds His Supreme Joys.

If A Sheep Eats Bushes Does It Eat Flowers Too? A Sheep Eats Whatever It Finds Even A Flower With Thorn? Even A Flower With Thorns. Then What's The Good Of Thorns?

The Airplane Has Unveiled For Us The True Face Of The Earth.