I Am Sorry To Have

There Is The Solution Which I Respectfully Offer To You In This Address To Which I Have Given The Title "the Sinews Of Peace."

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.

To Each There Comes In Their Lifetime A Special Moment When They Are Figuratively Tapped On The Shoulder And Offered The Chance To Do A Very Special Thing, Unique To Them And Fitted To Their Talents. What A Tragedy If That Moment Finds Them Unprepared Or Unqualified For That Which Could Have Been Their Finest Hour.

We Were Not Made By Nature To Work, Or Even To Play, From Eight O'clock In The Morning Till Midnight. We Ought To Break Our Days And Our Marches Into Two.

The Rhinoceros Stood ... About Five Hundred Yards Away ... Not A Twentieth-century Animal At All, But An Odd, Grim Straggler From The Stone Age.