A Lump In The Throat Is Worth

God Is Not Dead-he Is Merely Unemployed.

A Parade Is The Worst Form Of Transportation Known To Man.

We Are Confronted With Insurmountable Opportunities.

There Is No Need To Sally Forth, For It Remains True That Those Things Which Make Us Human Are, Curiously Enough, Always Close At Hand. Resolve, Then, That On This Very Ground, With Small Flags Waving And Tiny Blasts On Tiny Trumpets, We Shall Meet The Enemy, And Not Only May He Be Ours, He May Be Us.

Don't Take Life So Serious. It Ain't No-hows Permanent.