Do Something Now. If Not You, Who?

Each Man Must Work For Himself, And Unless He So Works, No Outside Help Can Avail Him.

After Nightfall The Face Of The Country Seems To Alter Marvelously, And The Clear Moonlight Only Intensifies The Change. The River Gleams Like Running Quicksilver, And The Moonbeams Play Over The Grassy Stretches Of The Plateaus...the Bad Lands Seem To Be Stranger And Wilder Than Ever, The Silvery Rays Turning The Country Into A Kind Of Grim Fairyland.

It Is Not The Critic Who Counts...the Credit Belongs To The Man Who Is Actually In The Arena.

Do What You Can, With What You Have, Where You Are.

Look Toward The Stars But Keep Your Feet Firmly On The Ground.