Great And Good Are Seldom The Same

The Enemy Is Still Proud And Powerful. He Is Hard To Get At. He Still Possesses Enormous Armies, Vast Resources, And Invaluable Strategic Territories...no One Can Tell What New Complications And Perils Might Arise In Four Or Five More Years Of War. And It Is In The Dragging-out Of The War At Enormous Expense, Until The Democracies Are Tired Or Bored Or Split That The Main Hopes Of Germany And Japan Must Reside.

Sunshine Is My Quest.

Laws Just Or Unjust May Govern Men's Actions. Tyrannies May Restrain Or Regulate Their Words. The Machinery Of Propaganda May Pack Their Minds With Falsehood And Deny Them Truth For Many Generations Of Time. But The Soul Of Man Thus Held In Trance Or Frozen In A Long Night Can Be Awakened By A Spark Coming From God Knows Where And In A Moment The Whole Structure Of Lies And Oppression Is On Trial For Its Life.

Who's In Or Out, Who Moves The Grand Machine, Nor Stirs My Curiosity, Or Spleen; Secrets Of State No More I Wish To Know Than Secret Movements Of A Puppet-show; Let But The Puppets Move, I've My Desire, Unseen The Hand Which Guides The Master Wire.

The United States Invariably Does The Right Thing, After Having Exhausted Every Other Alternative.