Not Merely A Nation But

The Time Has Come When We Cannot Be So Careless. Unless We Do Better, We May Suffer Through A Stark Emergency Of The Environment. We May Create A Hostile World: A World To Bruise Ourselves Against; A World Of Sprawling Cities, Unplanned Or Badly Planned; A World Whose Water Is Full Of Sludge, Whose Winds Are Full Of Soot; A World Whose Landscape Has Been Totally Neglected, Stripped, Marred, And Wasted. All Of This Need Not Happen If We Choose Well, And Particularly If We Plan Well And If We Act Well.

If You're I Politics And You Can't Tell When You Walk Into A Room Who's For You And Who's Against You, Then You're In The Wrong Line Of Work.

Art Is A Nation's Most Precious Heritage. For It Is In Our Works Of Art That We Reveal To Ourselves And To Others The Inner Vision Which Guides Us As A Nation. And Where There Is No Vision, The People Perish.

Every Old Man Complains Of The Growing Depravity Of The World, Of The Petulance And Insolence Of The Rising Generation. He Recounts The Decency And Regularity Of Former Times, And Celebrates The Discipline And Sobriety Of The Age In Which His Youth Was Passed; A Happy Age Which Is Now No More To Be Expected, Since Confusion Has Broken In Upon The World, And Thrown Down All The Boundaries Of Civility And Reverence.

I Report To You That Our Country Is Challenged At Home And Abroad: That It Is Our Will That Is Being Tried And Not Our Strength; Our Sense Of Purpose And Not Our Ability To Achieve A Better America.