To Live In Mankind Is Far More

Oh, I Have Walked In Kansas Through Many A Harvest Field, And Piled The Sheaves Of Glory There And Down The Wild Rows Reeled: Each Sheaf A Little Yellow Sun, A Heap Of Hot-rayed Gold; Each Binder Like Creation's Hand To Mold Suns, As Of Old.

My Life Is Unjust, But I Can Strive For Justice. My Life Is Unkind, But I Can Vote For Kindness.

They Tried To Get Me-i Got Them First! (suicide Note)

Factory Windows Are Always Brokenother Windows Are Let Alone.no One Throws Through The Chapel-windowthe Bitter, Snarling, Derisive Stone.

How Can We Help Students To Understand That The Tragedy Of Life Is Not Death; The Tragedy Is To Die With Commitments Undefined And Convictions Undeclared And Service Unfulfilled?