Surely a man needs a closed place wherein he may strike root and, like the seed, become. But also he needs the great Milky Way above him and the vast sea spaces, though neither stars nor ocean serve his daily needs.

And that heart which was a wild garden was given to him who only loved trim lawns. And the imbecile carried the princess into slavery.

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.

I still fall for your everyday.

Using an artful tool does not make one a dry technician. It seems to me that people that are anxious about our technical advancement, confuse means and ends. Naturally a person that only works for material gain will not harvest something that is worth living for. But the machine is not an end in itself. The airplane is not an end. It is a tool. Just like the plough.

We are prudent people. We are afraid to let go of our petty reality in order to grasp at a great shadow.

But certainly, for us who understand life, figures are a matter of indifference.