The Worst Evil Of Disregard

No Prosaic Description Can Portray The Grandeur Of 40 Miles Of Rugged Mountains Rising Beyond A Placid Lake In Which Each Shadowy Precipice And Each Purple Gorge Is Reflected With A Vividness That Rivals The Original.

The Glory Of The Nation Rests In The Character Of Her Men. And Character Comes From Boyhood. Thus Every Boy Is A Challenge To His Elders.

The More Complex The Problems Of The Nation Become, The Greater Is The Need For More And More Advanced Instruction.

No Public Man Can Be Just A Little Crooked. There Is No Such Thing As A No-man's Land Between Honesty And Dishonesty.

The Union Has Become Not Merely A Physical Union Of States, But Rather A Spiritual Union In Common Ideals Of Our People. Within It Is Room For Every Variety Of Opinion, Every Possible Experiment In Social Progress. Out Of Such Variety Comes Growth, But Only If We Preserve And Maintain Our Spiritual Solidarity.