The urge to climb will never be explained. In olden days, perhaps it was a wish to reach the stars. Today, anyone so minded can buy a seat on a plane and feel himself master of the skies. Even so, he will not have rock under his feet, or air upon his face; nor will he know the silence that comes only on the hills.

A dreamer, I walked enchanted, and nothing held me back.

I thought of all those heroines of fiction who looked pretty when they cried, and what a contrast I must make with a blotched and swollen face, and red rims to my eyes.

From the very first, I knew that it would be so...I smiled to myself, and said, "That -- and none other.

I held out my arms to him and he came to me like a child.

Watch that boy. He's going to startle somebody someday.

Living as we do in an age of noise and bluster, success is now measured accordingly. We must all be seen, and heard, and on the air.