I Grow More And More Suspicious Of

Long Before I Learned To Do A Sum In Arithmetic Or Describe The Shape Of The Earth, Miss Sullivan Had Taught Me To Find Beauty In The Fragrant Woods, In Every Blade Of Grass, And In The Curves And Dimples Of My Baby Sister's Hand.

Surely There Is No Road Of Effort So Steep But A Loving Deed May Soften Its Hardshness.

I Believe War Is The Inevitable Fruit Of Our Economic System.

We Can Do Anything We Want To If We Stick To It Long Enough.

The Joy Of Surmounting Obstacles Which Once Seemed Unremovable, And Pushing The Frontier Of Accomplishment Further — What Joy Is There Like Unto It?