The most important thing for a fighter pilot is to get his first victory without too much shock.
But to have a friend, and to be true under any and all trials, is the mark of a man!
Children must early learn the the beauty of generosity. They are taught to give what they prize most, that they may taste the happiness of giving.
The Wise Man believes profoundly in silence - the sign of a perfect equilibrium. Silence is the absolute poise or balance of body, mind and spirit. The man who preserves his selfhood ever calm and unshaken by the storms of existence - not a leaf, as it were, astire on the tree, not a ripple upon the surface of the shinning pool-his, in the mind of the unlettered sage, is the ideal attitude and conduct of life. Silence is the cornerstone of character.
The true Indian sets no price upon either his property or his labor. His generosity is limited only by his strength and ability. He regards it as an honor to be selected for difficult or dangerous service and would think it shameful to ask for any reward, saying rather: "Let the person I serve express his thanks according to his own bringing up and his sense of honor. Each soul must meet the morning sun, the new sweet earth, and the Great Silence alone!. What is Silence? It is the Great Mystery! The Holy Silence is His voice!
The native American has been generally despised by his white conquerors for his poverty and simplicity. They forget, perhaps, that his religion forbade the accumulation of wealth and the enjoyment of luxury. . . Furthermore, it was the rule of his life to share the fruits of his skill and success with his less fortunate brothers. Thus he kept his spirit free from the clog of pride, cupidity, or envy, and carried out, as he believed, the divine decree-a matter profoundly important to him.
Nearness to nature. . . keeps the spirit sensitive to impressions not commonly felt and in touch with the unseen powers.
However, when it can be proved to me that there is immortality, that there is resurrection beyond the gates of death, then will I believe. Until then, no.
Try not to trip," she added. "We don't have time for a concussion today. " I groaned. That would be just like me - ruin everything, destroy the world, in a moment of klutziness.
I personally want to "do" death in the active and not the passive, and to be there to look it in the eye and be doing something when it comes for me.
Dog! When we first met on the highway of life, we came from the two poles of creation. . . . What can be the meaning of the obscure love for me that has sprung up in your heart?