Food For Thought Is No

There Is No Need To Sally Forth, For It Remains True That Those Things Which Make Us Human Are, Curiously Enough, Always Close At Hand. Resolve, Then, That On This Very Ground, With Small Flags Waving And Tiny Blasts On Tiny Trumpets, We Shall Meet The Enemy, And Not Only May He Be Ours, He May Be Us.

We Are Confronted With Insurmountable Opportunities.

Traces Of Nobility, Gentleness And Courage Persist In All People, Do What We Will To Stamp Out The Trend. So, Too, Do Those Characteristics Which Are Ugly. It Is Just Unfortunate That In The Clumsy Hands Of A Cartoonist All Traits Become Ridiculous, Leading To A Certain Amount Of Self-conscious Expostulation And The Desire To Join Battle.

If I Could Only Write, I'd Write A Nasty Letter To The Mayor, If He Could Only Read.

Eventually Every Man Gotta Face The Problem Of Tryin' To Figger If It's Worthwhile To Prove That He Is Himself.