Lincoln, The Man Of The People

The Thing That Is Incredible Is Life Itself. Why Should We Be Here In This Sun-illuminated Universe? Why Should There Be Green Earth Under Our Feet?

Three Were The Fates. Poverty That Chains; Gray Drudgery That Grinds The Hope Away, And Gaping Ignorance That Starves The Soul.

Choices Are The Hinges Of Destiny.

At The Heart Of The Cyclone Tearing The Sky Is A Place Of Central Calm.

The Crest And Crowning Of All Good, Life's Final Star, Is Brotherhood.