It Is Not Right Or Manly To

I Have Seen The Sea Lashed Into Fury And Tossed Into Spray, And Its Grandeur Moves The Soul Of The Dullest Man; But I Remember That It Is Not The Billows, But The Calm Level Of The Sea From Which All Heights And Depths Are Measured.

Territory Is But The Body Of A Nation. The People Who Inhabit Its Hills And Valleys Are Its Soul, Its Spirit, Its Life.

The Sin Of Slavery Is One Of Which It May Be Said That Without The Shedding Of Blood There Is No Remission.

We Hold Reunions, Not For The Dead, For There Is Nothing In All The Earth That You And I Can Do For The Dead. They Are Past Our Help And Past Our Praise. We Can Add To Them No Glory, We Can Give To Them No Immortality. They Do Not Need Us, But Forever And Forever More We Need Them.

We Are Apt To Be Deluded Into False Security By Political Catch-words, Devised To Flatter Rather Than Instruct.