A Life Without Criticism Is

I Love This City. If I Am Elected, I'll Move The White House To San Francisco. Everybody's So Friendly.

Our Answer Is The World's Hope; It Is To Rely On Youth. The Cruelties And The Obstacles Of This Swiftly Changing Planet Will Not Yield To Obsolete Dogmas And Outworn Slogans. It Cannot Be Moved By Those Who Cling To A Present Which Is Already Dying, Who Prefer The Illusion Of Security To The Excitement And Danger Which Comes With Even The Most Peaceful Progress. This World Demands The Qualities Of Youth: Not A Time Of Life But A State Of Mind, A Temper Of The Will, A Quality Of Imagination, A Predominance Of Courage Over Timidity, Of The Appetite For Adventure Over The Life Of Ease...

But Suppose God Is Black? What If We Go To Heaven And We, All Our Lives, Have Treated The Negro As An Inferior, And God Is There, And We Look Up And He Is Not White? What Then Is Our Response?

Too Much And Too Long, We Seem To Have Surrendered Community Excellence And Community Values In The Mere Accumulation Of Material Things.

The Sharpest Criticism Often Goes Hand In Hand With The Deepest Idealism And Love Of Country.