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Truth Is A Hard Deer To Hunt. If You Eat Too Much Truth At Once, You Might Die Of The Truth.

I Have Fallen In Love With American Names, The Sharp, Gaunt Names That Never Get Fat.

You Can Take Off Your Hats Now, Gentlemen, And I Think Perhaps You'd Better.

I Died In My Boots Like A Pioneer With The Whole Wide Sky Above Me.

Our Earth Is But A Small Star In A Great Universe. Yet Of It We Can Make, If We Choose, A Planet Unvexxed By War, Untroubled By Hunger Or Fear, Undivided By Senseless Distinctions Of Race, Color Or Theory.