Lift Every Voice And Sing Till Earth

In The Life Of Everyone There Is A Limited Number Of Experiences Which Are Not Written Upon The Memory, But Stamped There With A Die; And In The Long Years After, They Can Be Called Up In Detail, And Every Emotion That Was Stirred By Them Can Be Lived Through Anew; These Are The Tragedies Of Life.

The Fortress Inspired A Tremendous Confidence. It Was The Only Propeller Driven Aircraft I Have Flown That Was Completely Viceless; There Were No Undesirable Flight Characteristics. The Directional Stability Was Excellent And, Properly Trimmed, The B-17 Could Be Taken Off, Landed And Banked Without Change Of Trim.

At A Very Early Age I Began To Thump On The Piano Alone, And It Was Not Long Before I Was Able To Pick Out A Few Tunes? I Also Learned The Names Of The Notes In Both Clefs, But I Preferred Not Be Hampered By Notes.

I Am A Thing Not New, I Am As Old As Human Nature. I Am That Which Lurks, Ready To Spring Whenever A Bar Is Loosed; The Ancient Trait Which Fights Incessantly Against Restraint, Balks At The Upward Climb; The Weight Forever Seeking To Obey The Law Of Downward Pull; And I Am More: The Bitter Fruit Am I Of Planted Seed; The Resultant, The Inevitable End Of Evil Forces And The Powers Of Wrong.

Every Race And Every Nation Should Be Judged By The Best It Has Been Able To Produce, Not By The Worst.