He Had Taken Seriously Words Which Were

It Is The Duty Of The Ship's Captain To Make Port, Cost What It May.

If You Want To Build A Boat, Do Not Instruct The Men To Saw Wood, Stitch The Sails, Prepare The Tools And Organize The Work, But Make Them Long For Setting Sail And Travel To Distant Lands.

One Must Observe The Proper Rites.

You Risk Tears If You Let Yourself Be Tamed.

Sitting In The Flickering Light Of The Candles On This Kerchief Of Sand, On This Village Square, We Waited In The Night. We Were Waiting For The Rescuing Dawn - Or For The Moors. Something, I Know Not What, Lent This Night A Savor Of Christmas. We Told Stories, We Joked, We Sang Songs. In The Air There Was That Slight Fever That Reigns Over A Gaily Prepared Feast. And Yet We Were Infinitely Poor. Wind, Sand, And Stars. The Austerity Of Trappists. But On This Badly Lighted Cloth, A Handful Of Men Who Possessed Nothing In The World But Their Memories Were Sharing Invisible Riches.