The Inherent Vice Of Capitalism Is The

There Is No Working Middle Course In Wartime.

The Destiny Of Man Is Not Measured By Material Computations. When Great Forces Are On The Move In The World, We Learn We’re Spirits—not Animals…. There’s Something Going On In Time And Space, And Beyond Time And Space, Which, Whether We Like It Or Not, Spells Duty.

I Must Place On Record My Regret That The Human Race Ever Learned To Fly.

Never Flinch, Never Weary, Never Despair.

We Do Not War With Races Primarily As Such. Tyranny Is Our Foe. Whatever Trapping Or Disguise It Wears, Whatever Language It Speaks, Be It External Or Internal, We Must For Ever Be On Our Guard, Ever Mobilized, Ever Vigilant, Always Ready To Spring At Its Throat. In All This We March Together. Not Only Do We March And Strive Shoulder To Shoulder At This Moment, Under The Fire Of The Enemy On The Fields Of War Or In The Air, But Also In Those Realms Of Thought Which Are Consecrated To The Rights And The Dignity Of Man.