Age Is A Matter Of

Through All History, From The Beginning, A Noble Army Of Martyrs Have Fought Fiercely And Fallen Bravely For That Unseen Mistress, Their Country. So, Through All History, To The End, As Long As Men Believe In God That Army Must Still March And Fall, Recruited Only From The Flower Of Mankind, Cheered Only By Their Own Hope Of Humanity, Strong Only In The Confidence Of Their Cause.

Criticism Is Not Construction, It Is Observation.

I Walked Beside The Evening Sea And Dreamed A Dream That Could Not Be; The Waves That Plunged Along The Shore Said Only: "dreamer, Dream No More!"

Our Common Liberty Is Consecrated By A Common Sorrow.

Stratagem Is The Right Hand Of Cunning.