Seldom, If Ever, Does Wisdom Come, Shall

Heretics Have Been Hated From The Beginning Of Recorded Time; They Have Been Ostracized, Exiled, Tortured, Maimed, And Butchered; But It Has Generally Proved Impossible To Smother Them; And When It Has Not, The Society That Has Succeeded Has Always Declined.

Today In America Vast Concourses Of Youth Are Flocking To Our Colleges, Eager For Something, Just What They Do Not Know.

The Public Official Must Pick His Way Nicely, Must Learn To Placate Though Not To Yield Too Much, To Have The Art Of Honeyed Words But Not To Seem Neutral, And Above All To Keep Constantly Audible, Visible, Likable, Even Kissable.

Words Are Chameleons, Which Reflect The Color Of Their Environment.

Would We Hold Liberty, We Must Have Charity- Charity To Others, Charity To Ourselves, Crawling Up From The Moist Ovens Of A Steaming World, Still Carrying The Passional Equipment Of Our Ferocious Ancestors, Emerging From Black Superstition Amid Carnage And Atrocity To Our Perilous Present.