...and Performing Our One And Noble Function

When The Railroad Trains Moaned, And River-winds Blew, Bringing Echoes Through The Vale, It Was As If A Wild Hum Of Voices, The Dear Voices Of Everybody He Had Known, Were Crying: "peter, Peter! Where Are You Going, Peter?" And A Big Soft Gust Of Rain Came Down. He Put Up The Collar Of His Jacket, And Bowed His Head, And Hurried Along.

I Was Halfway Across America, At The Dividing Line Between The East Of My Youth And The West Of My Future.

Great Things Are Not Accomplished By Those Who Yield To Trends And Fads And Popular Opinion.

One Man Practicing Kindness In The Wilderness Is Worth All The Temples This World Pulls.

No Fear Or Shame In The Dignity Of Yr Experience, Language & Knowledge