If I Were The First Of May,

I Had A Feeling Once About Mathematics - That I Saw It All... But It Was After Dinner And I Let It Go.

The Eagle Has Ceased To Scream, But The Parrots Will Now Begin To Chatter. The War Of The Giants Is Over And The Pigmies Will Now Start To Squabble.

What Is The Use Of Living, If It Be Not To Strive For Noble Causes And To Make This Muddled World A Better Place For Those Who Will Live In It After We Are Gone? How Else Can We Put Ourselves In Harmonious Relation With The Great Verities And Consolations Of The Infinite And The Eternal? And I Avow My Faith That We Are Marching Towards Better Days. Humanity Will Not Be Cast Down. We Are Going On Swinging Bravely Forward Along The Grand High Road And Already Behind The Distant Mountains Is The Promise Of The Sun.

A Medal Glitters, But It Also Casts A Shadow.

It Is Bad For A Nation When It Is Without Faith.