Loneliness is and always has been the central and inevitable experience of every man.

Where the press is free and every man able to read, all is safe.

What is it that makes a man willing to sit up on top of an enormous Roman candle, such as a Redstone, Atlas, Titan or Saturn rocket, and wait for someone to light the fuse?

A young man is so strong, so mad, so certain, and so lost. He has everything and he is able to use nothing.

There's a duality in every man and every woman.

If a man has a talent and cannot use it, he has failed. If he has a talent and uses only half of it, he has partly failed. If he has a talent and learns somehow to use the whole of it, he has gloriously succeeded . . .