A Beautiful Lady Is An Accident Of

True Religion Is The Life We Lead, Not The Creed We Profess.

Many People With Different Backgrounds, Cultures, Languages, And Creeds Combine To Make A Nation. But That Nation Is Greater Than The Sum Total Of The Individual Skills And Talents Of Its People. Something More Grows Out Of Their Unity Than Can Be Calculated By Adding The Assets Of Individual Contributions. That Intangible Additional Quantity Is Often Due To The Differences Which Make The Texture Of The Nation Rich. Therefore, We Must Never Wipe Out Or Deride The Differences Amongst Us-for Where There Is No Difference, There Is Only Indifference.

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Where There Is No Difference, There Is Only Indifference.

A Beautiful Lady Is An Accident Of Nature. A Beautiful Old Lady Is A Work Of Art.