Drasko

“It was a wonderful night, such a night as is only possible when we are young, dear reader.”
― Fyodor Dostoevsky, White Nights

“Beneath my wings was night—I was alone, 30,000 feet up in the daylight. I was the first to breathe in the warm life of the sun’s rays, which pierce the eyeball like arrows. In France, in England, in Belgium, in Holland, in Germany, men were suffering in the night, while I, alone in the sky, was the sole possessor of the dawning day—all was mine, the light, the sun; and I thought with calm pride all this is shining only for me! Moments such as these compensate for many a sacrifice and many a danger. *”
― Pierre Clostermann, The Big Show: The Classic Account of WWII Aerial Combat

“It is said that Christianity, if it is to survive, must face the modern world, must come to terms with the way things are in the sense of the current drift of things. It is just the other way around: If we are to survive, we must face Christianity. The strongest reactionary force impeding progress is the cult of progress itself, which, cutting us off from our roots, makes growth impossible and choice unnecessary. We expire in the lazy, utterly helpless drift, the spongy warmth of an absolute uncertainty. Where nothing is ever true, or right or wrong, there are no problems; where life is meaningless we are free from responsibility, the way a slave or scavenger is free. Futility breeds carelessness, against which stands the stark alternative: against the radical uncertainty by which modern man has lived – as in a game of Russian roulette, stifled in the careless “now” between the click and the explosion, living by the dull grace of empty chambers – the risk of certainty. —John Senior, Ph.D.”
― John Senior, The Death of Christian Culture

“Unfortunately, politicians hate people who have sense”
― Tamryn Tamer, Herald of Shalia