In short, if the Muse exists, she does not whisper to the untalented. - Steven Pressfield

A youth loathes nothing more than his own callowness. Experience is his object. Experience, however ghastly, for the lad longs before all for the lined face and the chiseled squint of the vetern.

Humankind is commanded to ascend from savagery. This is God's mandate, which cries out from the epicenter of our being: the imperative to mount from the base to the noble, from the savage to the civil, from beast to human.

Do you love your country? [...] This man, with his life, has preserved it. Bear him with honor.