One Can Be A Brother

Transport Of The Mails, Transport Of The Human Voice, Transport Of Flickering Pictures-in This Century As In Others Our Highest Accomplishments Still Have The Single Aim Of Bringing Men Together.

Horror Causes Men To Clench Their Fists, And In Horror Men Join Together.

One Man May Hit The Mark, Another Blunder; But Heed Not These Distinctions. Only From The Alliance Of The One, Working With And Through The Other, Are Great Things Born.

The Magic Of The Craft Has Opened For Me A World In Which I Shall Confront, Within Two Hours, The Black Dragons And The Crowned Crests Of A Coma Of Blue Lightnings, And When Night Has Fallen I, Delivered, Shall Read My Course In The Starts.

One Day, I Watched The Sun Setting Forty-four Times......you Know...when One Is So Terribly Sad, One Loves Sunsets.