Certitude Is Not The Test Of Certainty.

Our Dead Brothers And Sisters Still Live For Us And Bid Us Think Of Life, Not Death-of Life To Which In Their Youth They Lent The Passion And Glory Of Spring. As I Listen, The Great Chorus Of Life And Joy Begins Again, And Amid The Awful Orchestra Of Seen And Unseen Powers And Destinies Of Good And Evil, Our Trumpets Sound Once More A Note Of Daring, Hope, And Will.

When A Man Holds His Tongue It Does Not Signify Much. But When A Woman Dispenses With The Office Of The Mighty Member, When She Sheathed Her Natural Weapon At A Trying Moment, It Means That She Trusts To Still More Formidable Enginery; To Tears It May Be, A Solvent More Powerful Than That With Which Hannibal Softened The Alpine Rocks.

And Silence, Like A Poultice, Comes To Heal The Blows Of Sound.

I Have Always Sought To Guide The Future-but It Is Very Lonely Sometimes Trying To Play God.

Liberty Is Often A Heavy Burden On A Man. It Involves The Necessity For Perpetual Choice Which Is The Kind Of Labor Men Have Always Dreaded.