The Painter Wanders And Loiters

The Worst Mistake That A Statesman Can Make Is To Promise Victory And To See It Dashed, The Hopes Dashed.

What Is The Use Of Living, If It Be Not To Strive For Noble Causes And To Make This Muddled World A Better Place For Those Who Will Live In It After We Are Gone? How Else Can We Put Ourselves In Harmonious Relation With The Great Verities And Consolations Of The Infinite And The Eternal? And I Avow My Faith That We Are Marching Towards Better Days. Humanity Will Not Be Cast Down. We Are Going On Swinging Bravely Forward Along The Grand High Road And Already Behind The Distant Mountains Is The Promise Of The Sun.

Without Ships, We Cannot Live.

When A Nation Has Allowed Itself To Fall Under A Tyrannical Regime, It Cannot Be Absolved From The Faults Due To The Guilt Of That Regime.

If We Look To Our Responsibility To The Generations Yet Unborn Who Will Come After Us, How Can We Fail To Recognize That Peace And Freedom Are Inextricably Bound Up One With Another And That The Threat To One Is A Threat To Both