Without Death And Decay, How Could Life

The Rocks Have A History; Gray And Weatherworn, They Are Veterans Of Many Battles; They Have Most Of Them Marched In The Ranks Of Vast Stone Brigades During The Ice Age; They Have Been Torn From The Hills, Recruited From The Mountaintops, And Marshaled On The Plains And In The Valleys; And Now The Elemental War Is Over, There They Lie Waging A Gentle But Incessant Warfare With Time And Slowly, Oh, So Slowly, Yielding To Its Attacks!

The Smallest Deed Is Better Than The Greatest Intention.

....success In Walking Is Not To Let Your Right Foot Know What Your Left Foot Doeth. Your Heart Must Furnish Such Music That In Keeping Time To It Your Feet Will Carry You Around The Globe Without Knowing It.

In Fact, The United States Is Building Up Its Trident Nuclear Sub Fleet In The Pacific, Based At Bangor, Washington To Build Up Its Capabilities To Wage Nuclear War.

How Many Thorns Of Human Nature - Hard, Sharp, Lifeless Protuberances That Tear And Wound Us, Narrow Prejudices, Bristling Conceits That Repel And Disgust Us - Are Arrested Developments, Calcified Tendencies, Buds Of Promise That Should Have Lifted A Branch Up Into The Sunny Day With Fruit; And Flowers To Delight The Heart Of Men, But Now All Grown Hard, Petrified, For Want Of Culture And A Congenial Soil And Climate.