I Was Wrong To Grow

A Pilot's Business Is With The Wind, And With The Stars, With Night, With Sand, With The Sea. He Strives To Outwit The Forces Of Nature. He Stares With Expectancy For The Coming Of The Dawn The Way A Gardener Awaits The Coming Of Spring. He Looks Forward To Port As A Promised Land, And Truth For Him Is What Lives In The Stars.

My Drawing Was Not A Picture Of A Hat. It Was A Picture Of A Boa Constrictor Digesting An Elephant.

Man Is A Knot Into Which Relationships Are Tied.

How Could There Be Any Question Of Acquiring Or Possessing, When The One Thing Needful For A Man Is To Become - To Be At Last, And To Die In The Fullness Of His Being.

A Child Is Not Frightened At The Thought Of Being Patiently Transmuted Into An Old Man.