Not often in the story of mankind does a man arrive on earth who is both steel and velvet, who is as hard as rock and soft as drifting fog, who holds in his heart and mind the paradox of terrible storm and peace unspeakable and perfect.

Now is the time. It is never too late to start something.

Slang is a language that rolls up its sleeves, spits on its hands and goes to work.

Tell no man anything, for no man listens Yet hold thy lips ready to speak.

What of the Wright boys in Dayton? Just around the corner they had a shop and did a bicycle business-and they wanted to fly for the sake of flying. They were Man the Seeker, Man on a Quest. Money was their last thought, their final absent-minded idea. They threw out a lot of old mistaken measurements and figured new ones that stood up when they took off and held the air and steered a course. They proved that "the faster you go the less power you need."

What if someone gave a war & Nobody came? / Life would ring the bells of Ecstasy and Forever be Itself again.

The scholars and poets of an earlier time can be read only with a dictionary to help.