A Great Speech Is Literature.

My Generation, Faced As It Grew With A Choice Between Religious Belief And Existential Despair, Chose Marijuana. Now We Are In Our Cabernet Stage.

Our Patriotic Fervor Was The Result Of The Old And Widespread Belief In The Idea Of American Exceptionalism, The Idea That America Was A New Thing In History, Different From Other Countries. Other Nations Had Evolved One Way Or Another, Evolved From Tribes From A Gathering Of Clans, From Inevitabilities Of Language And Tradition And Geography. But America Was Born, And Born Of Ideas: That All Men Are Created Equal, That They Have Been Given By God Certain Rights That Can Be Taken From Them By No Man, And That Those Rights Combine To Create A Thing Called Freedom.

We Don't Need To 'control' Free Speech, We Need To Control Ourselves.

I Do Not Know What The Democratic Party Spent, In Toto, On The 2004 Election, But What They Seem To Have Gotten For It Is Barack Obama. Let Us Savor.

What I Got Was Not So Much Gifts And Whishes Come Trues But A Feeling Of Peace. I Got Peace Itself, Actually. And When You Have Peace, You Can Be Strong; And When You Are Strong, You Can Get Through What You Have To Get Through, And Not With Exhaustion And Frown Marks And Slumped Shoulders But With Relative Happiness, And Humor, And Sometimes Even Gaiety.