When The Outcome Of A Meeting Is

The Job Is Nothing But A Twenty-ring Circus-with A Whole Lot Of Bad Actors.

The Use Of The Atomic Bomb, With Its Indiscriminate Killing Of Women And Children, Revolts My Soul.

Bless The Children, For The National Debt Is Theirs.

Truth Alone Can Stand The Guns Of Criticism.

No Prosaic Description Can Portray The Grandeur Of 40 Miles Of Rugged Mountains Rising Beyond A Placid Lake In Which Each Shadowy Precipice And Each Purple Gorge Is Reflected With A Vividness That Rivals The Original.