Communism Means Barbarism.

The Soil Out Of Which Such Men As He Are Made Is Good To Be Born On, Good To Live On, Good To Die For And To Be Buried In.

No Man, I Suspect, Ever Lived Long In The Country Without Being Bitten By These Meteorological Ambitions. He Likes To Be Hotter And Colder, To Have Been More Deeply Snowed Up, To Have More Trees And Larger Blown Down Than His Neighbors.

They Enslave Their Children's Children Who Make Compromise With Sin.

Beauty Hath No True Glass, Except It Be In The Sweet Privacy Of Loving Eyes.

Not Failure, But Low Aim, Is Crime.