Him that I love, I wish to be free -- even from me.

Can one make the future a substitute for the present? And what guarantee have we that the future will be any better if we neglect the present?

There comes a moment when the things one has written, even a traveler's memories, stand up and demand a justification. They require an explanation. They query, 'Who am I? What is my name? Why am I here?

I would like to achieve a state of inner spiritual grace from which I could function and give as I was meant to in the eye of God.

Why do progress and beauty have to be so opposed?

For in our family an experience was not finished, not truly experienced, unless written down or shared with another.

Travelers are always discoverers, especially those who travel by air. There are no signposts in the sky to show a man has passed that way before. There are no channels marked. The flier breaks each second into new uncharted seas.