There Is Something So Horrifying

People Say, What Is The Sense Of Our Small Effort? They Cannot See That We Must Lay One Brick At A Time, Take One Step At A Time. A Pebble Cast Into A Pond Causes Ripples That Spread In All Directions. Each One Of Our Thoughts, Words And Deeds Is Like That. No One Has A Right To Sit Down And Feel Hopeless. There Is Too Much Work To Do.

Marx.... Lenin.... Mao Tse-tung.... These Men Were Animated By The Love Of Brother And This We Must Believe Though Their Ends Meant The Seizure Of Power, And The Building Of Mighty Armies, The Compulsion Of Concentration Camps, The Forced Labor And Torture And Killing Of Tens Of Thousands, Even Millions.

The Only Way To Live In Any True Security Is To Live So Close To The Bottom That When You Fall You Do Not Have Far To Drop, You Do Not Have Much To Lose.

Writing Is Hard Work. But If You Want To Become A Writer You Will Become One. Nothing Will Stop You.

The Communists In Cuba Didn't Assist Castro In His Revolution. They Weren't On The Side Of The Students. They Didn't Do Anything To Help In The Invasion Or The Long-continuing Struggle From The Oriente Province Down.