No One Is Ever Satisfied Where He

The Airplane Has Unveiled For Us The True Face Of The Earth.

What Was My Body To Me? A Kind Of Flunkey In My Service. Let But My Anger Wax Hot, My Love Grow Exalted, My Hatred Collect In Me, And That Boasted Solidarity Between Me And My Body Was Gone.

One Is A Member Of A Country, A Profession, A Civilization, A Religion. One Is Not Just A Man.

The Friend Within The Man Is That Part Of Him Which Belongs To You And Opens To You A Door Which Never, Perhaps, Is Opened To Another. Such A Friend Is True, And All He Says Is True; And He Loves You Even If He Hates You In Other Mansions Of His Heart.

But Eyes Are Blind. You Have To Look With The Heart.