In giving you are throwing a bridge across the chasm of your solitude.
Each man carries within him the soul of a poet who died young.
You cannot plant an acorn in the morning, and expect that afternoon to sit in the shade of an oak.
It is not for us to forecast the future, but to shape it.
Transport of the mails, transport of the human voice, transport of flickering pictures-in this century as in others our highest accomplishments still have the single aim of bringing men together.
The soldier's body becomes a stock of accessories that are not his property.