I Envision Someday A Great, Peaceful South

When Men Are Ruled By Fear, They Strive To Prevent The Very Changes That Will Abate It.

But Sorrow Is Better Than Fear. For Fear Impoverishes Always, While Sorrow May Enrich.

What Broke In A Man When He Could Bring Himself To Kill Another? What Broke When He Could Bring Himself To Thrust Down The Knife Into The Warm Flesh, To Bring Down The Axe On The Living Head, To Cleave Down Between The Seeing Eyes, To Shoot The Gun That Would Drive Death Into The Beating Heart?

Sorrow Is Better Than Fear. Fear Is A Journey, A Terrible Journey. But, Sorrow Is At Least An Arriving.

One Thing Is About To Be Finished, But Here Is Something That Is Only Begun. And While I Live It Will Continue