I Do Not Want The Peace Which

I Thank God For My Handicaps. For Through Them, I Have Found Myself, My Work And My God.

In Times Of Danger Large Groups Rise To The Highest Pitch Of Enthusiasm, Courage And Sacrifice . . . Mankind Will Be Refashioned And History Rewritten When This Law Is Understood And Obeyed.

I Find That Fact And Fancy Look Alike Across The Years That Link The Past With The Present.

Joy Is The Holy Fire That Keeps Our Purpose Warm And Our Intelligence Aglow.

The Hands Of Those I Meet Are Dumbly Eloquent To Me. The Touch Of Some Hands Is An Impertinence. I Have Met People So Empty Of Joy, That When I Clasped Their Frosty Finger-tips, It Seemed As If I Were Shaking Hands With A Northeast Storm.