The Bee Fertilizes The Flower It Robs.

I Am Convinced That The World Is Not A Mere Bog In Which Men And Women Trample Themselves And Die. Something Magnificent Is Taking Place Here Amidst The Cruelties And Tragedies, And The Supreme Challenge To Intelligence Is That Of Making The Noblest And Best In Our Curious Heritage Prevail.

Let Us Put Aside Resolutely That Great Fright, Tenderly And Without Malice, Daring To Be Wrong In Something Important Rather Than Right In Some Meticulous Banality, Fearing No Evil While The Mind Is Free To Search, Imagine, And Conclude, Inviting Our Countrymen To Try Other Instruments Than Coercion And Suppression In The Effort To Meet Destiny With Triumph, Genially Suspecting That No Creed Yet Calendared In The Annals Of Politics Mirrors The Doomful Possibilities Of Infinity.

The Two Great Tests Of Character Are Wealth And Poverty.

Killing Time Is Not Murder, It Is Suicide.

The Bee Fertilizes The Flower It Robs.