We Must Act To Shape And Mold

Do The People Of The World Not Yet Realize That By Fighting On Until The Bitter End I Am Not Only Performing My Sacred Duty To My People, But Standing Guard In The Last Citadel Of Collective Security? Are They Too Blind To See That I Have My Responsibilities To The Whole Of Humanity To Face? I Must Still Hold On Until My Tardy Allies Appear. And If They Never Come, Then I Say Prophetically And Without Bitterness: The West Will Perish.

Many Discouraging Hours Will Arise Before The Rainbow Of Accomplished Goals Will Appear On The Horizon.

Leadership Does Not Mean Domination.

We All Wish To Live. We All Seek A World In Which Men Are Freed Of The Burdens Of Ignorance, Poverty, Hunger And Disease. And We Shall All Be Hard-pressed To Escape The Deadly Rain Of Nuclear Fall-out Should Catastrophe Overtake Us.

A House Built On Granite And Strong Foundations, Not Even The Onslaught Of Pouring Rain, Gushing Torrents And Strong Winds Will Be Able To Pull Down.