I Shall Make That Trip. I Shall

I Feel Impelled To Speak Today In A Language That In A Sense Is New-one Which I, Who Have Spent So Much Of My Life In The Military Profession, Would Have Preferred Never To Use. That New Language Is The Language Of Atomic Warfare.

People Talk About The Middle Of The Road As Though It Were Unacceptable. Actually, All Human Problems, Excepting Morals, Come Into The Gray Areas. Things Are Not All Black And White. There Have To Be Compromises. The Middle Of The Road Is All Of The Usable Surface. The Extremes, Right And Left, Are In The Gutters.

History Does Not Long Entrust The Care Of Freedom To The Weak Or The Timid.

Ideas More Than Once Have Prevailed Against Naked Power. Guns And Aircraft Alone Do Not Make A State Powerful. Unless Force Is Backed Up By The Will Of The Great Body Of People It Loses Its Meaning.

"in The Goodness Of Time, All Peoples Will Come To Live Together In A Peace Guaranteed By The Binding Force Of Mutual Respect And Love."