The thing that is important is the thing that is not seen. - Antoine de Saint-Exupéry

You’ll be bothered from time to time by storms, fog, snow. When you are, think to yourself, ‘What they could do, I can do.

A single radio post still heard him. The only link between him and the world was a wave of music, a minor modulation. Not a lament, no cry, yet purest of sounds that ever spoke despair.

There is a tendency to class such men with toreadors and gamblers. People extol their contempt for death. But I would not give a fig for anybody’s contempt for death. If its roots are not sunk deep in an acceptance of responsibility, this contempt for death is the sign either of an impoverished soul or of youthful extravagance.