No Hour Of Life Is Wasted That

I Do Not Agree That The Dog In A Manger Has The Final Right To The Manger Even Though He May Have Lain There For A Very Long Time. I Do Not Admit That Right. I Do Not Admit For Instance, That A Great Wrong Has Been Done To The Red Indians Of America Or The Black People Of Australia. I Do Not Admit That A Wrong Has Been Done To These People By The Fact That A Stronger Race, A Higher-grade Race, A More Worldly Wise Race To Put It That Way, Has Come In And Taken Their Place.

Of All The Small Nations Of This Earth, Perhaps Only The Ancient Greeks Surpass The Scots In Their Contribution To Mankind.

The English Are Loth To Express Their Feelings, But In My Stall In The Choir I Could Feel The Pent-up, Passionate Emotion, And Also The Fear Of The Congregation, Not Of Death Or Wounds Or Material Loss, But Of Defeat And The Final Ruin Of Britain.

Men Occasionally Stumble Over The Truth, But Most Of Them Pick Themselves Up And Hurry Off As If Nothing Had Happened.

This Truth May Be Unfashionable, Unpalatable, No Doubt Unpopular, But, If It Is The Truth, The Story Of Mankind Shows That War Was Universal And Unceasing For Millions Of Years Before Armaments Were Invented Or Armies Organized. Indeed, The Lucid Intervals Of Peace And Order Only Occurred In Human History After Armaments In The Hands Of Strong Governments Have Come Into Being, And Civilization In Every Age Has Been Nursed Only In Cradles Guarded By Superior Weapons And Superior Discipline.