Knowledge Is Of Two Kinds: We Know

You Know When You're Milking A Cow And You Have All That Foamy White Milk In The Bucket And You're Just About Through, When All Of A Sudden The Cow Switches Her Tail Through A Pile Of Manure And Slaps It Into That Foamy White Milk. That's Bill Fulbright.

A Third Place To Build The Great Society Is In The Classrooms Of America. There Your Children's Lives Will Be Shaped. Our Society Will Not Be Great Until Every Young Mind Is Set Free To Scan The Farthest Reaches Of Thought And Imagination. We Are Still Far From That Goal.

The Time Has Come When We Cannot Be So Careless. Unless We Do Better, We May Suffer Through A Stark Emergency Of The Environment. We May Create A Hostile World: A World To Bruise Ourselves Against; A World Of Sprawling Cities, Unplanned Or Badly Planned; A World Whose Water Is Full Of Sludge, Whose Winds Are Full Of Soot; A World Whose Landscape Has Been Totally Neglected, Stripped, Marred, And Wasted. All Of This Need Not Happen If We Choose Well, And Particularly If We Plan Well And If We Act Well.

Many Have No Happier Moments Than Those That They Pass In Solitude, Abandoned To Their Own Imagination, Which Sometimes Puts Sceptres In Their Hands Or Miters On Their Heads, Shifts The Scene Of Pleasure With Endless Variety, Bids All The Forms Of Beauty Sparkle Before Them, And Gluts Them With Every Change Of Visionary Luxury.

This Nation, This Generation, In This Hour Has Man's First Chance To Build A Great Society, A Place Where The Meaning Of Man's Life Matches The Marvels Of Man's Labor.