Nothing Can Match The Treasure Of Common

Love Does Not Cause Suffering: What Causes It Is The Sense Of Ownership, Which Is Love's Opposite.

Demagoguery Enters At The Moment When, For Want Of A Common Denominator, The Principle Of Equality Degenerates Into The Principle Of Identity.

If France Is To Be Judged, Judge Her Not By The Effects Of Her Defeat But By Her Readiness To Sacrifice Herself.

So The Crew Fly On With No Thought That They Are In Motion. Like Night Over The Sea, They Are Very Far From The Earth, From Towns, From Trees. The Clock Ticks On. The Dials, The Radio Lamps, The Various Hands And Needles Go Though Their Invisible Alchemy. . . . And When The Hour Is At Hand The Pilot May Glue His Forehead To The Window With Perfect Assurance. Out Of Oblivion The Gold Has Been Smelted: There It Gleams In The Lights Of The Airport.

It Is Not A Question Of Living Dangerously. That Formula Is Too Arrogant, Too Presumptuous. I Don't Care Much For Bull-fighters. It's Not The Danger I Love. I Know What I Love. It Is Life Itself.