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I Cannot Forecast To You The Action Of Russia. It Is A Riddle Wrapped In A Mystery Inside An Enigma: But Perhaps There Is A Key. That Key Is Russian National Interest.

There Is A Place For Everyone, Man And Woman, Old And Young, Hale And Halt; Service In A Thousand Forms Is Open. There Is No Room Now For The Dilettante, The Weakling, For The Shirker, Or The Sluggard. From The Highest To The Humblest Tasks, All Are Of Equal Honor; All Have Their Part To Play.

Our Future Is In Our Hands. Our Lives Are What We Choose To Make Them.

At The Bottom Of All The Tributes Paid To Democracy Is The Little Man, Walking Into The Little Booth, With A Little Pencil, Making A Little Cross On A Little Bit Of Paper-no Amount Of Rhetoric Or Voluminous Discussion Can Possibly Diminish The Overwhelming Importance Of The Point.

There Is Not Much Collective Security In A Flock Of Sheep On The Way To The Butcher.