Success Only Feeds The Appetite Of Aggression.

One Hundred Years Ago, The Slave Was Freed. One Hundred Years Later, The Negro Remains In Bondage To The Color Of His Skin.

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.

If We Fail Now, Then We Will Have Forgotten In Abundance What We Learned In Hardship: That Democracy Rests On Faith; Freedom Asks More Than It Gives; And The Judgment Of God Is Harshest On Those Who Are Most Favored.

Our Numbers Have Increased In Vietnam Because The Aggression Of Others Has Increased In Vietnam. There Is Not, And There Will Not Be, A Mindless Escalation.

'all Men Are Created Equal', 'government By Consent Of The Governed', 'give Me Liberty Or Give Me Death'. Well, Those Are Not Just Clever Words, Or Those Are Not Just Empty Theories.