Women, don't get a tattoo. That butterfly looks great on your breast when you're twenty or thirty, but when you get to be seventy, it stretches into a condor.
Of course I realized there was a measure of danger. Obviously I faced the possibility of not returning when I first considered going. Once faced and settled there really wasn't any good reason to refer to it again.
Do continue to believe that with your feeling and your work you are taking part in the greatest; the more strongly you cultivate in yourself this belief, the more will reality and the world go forth from it.