A Somebody Was Once A Nobody Who

Look Up At The Miracle Of The Falling Snow,—the Air A Dizzy Maze Of Whirling, Eddying Flakes, Noiselessly Transforming The World, The Exquisite Crystals Dropping In Ditch And Gutter, And Disguising In The Same Suit Of Spotless Livery All Objects Upon Which They Fall.

The Thing That I Focus On Because I Don't Think It Gets Enough Attention Is That Among The World's Major Powers, There Is Still A Nuclear Balance Of Terror - I'm Talking About Between The United States And Russia, The United States And China.

He Who Marvels At The Beauty Of The World In Summer Will Find Equal Cause For Wonder And Admiration In Winter.

Temperament Lies Behind Mood; Behind Will, Lies The Fate Of Character. Then Behind Both, The Influence Of Family The Tyranny Of Culture; And Finally The Power Of Climate And Environment; And We Are Free, Only To The Extent We Rise Above These.

The Spirit Of Man Can Endure Only So Much And When It Is Broken Only A Miracle Can Mend It.