It Must Be Of The Spirit If

We Are Bound No Longer By The Straitjacket Of The Past And Nowhere Is The Change Greater Than In Our Profession Of Arms. What, You May Well Ask, Will Be The End Of All Of This? I Would Not Know! But I Would Hope That Our Beloved Country Will Drink Deep From The Chalice Of Courage.

Our Government Has Kept Us In A Perpetual State Of Fear - Kept Us In A Continuous Stampede Of Patriotic Fervor - With The Cry Of Grave National Emergency.

Nobody Grows Old By Merely Living A Number Of Years. People Grow Old Only By Deserting Their Ideals. Years May Wrinkle The Skin, But To Give Up Interest Wrinkles The Soul. Worry, Doubt, Self-distrust, Fear And Despair; These Are The Long, Long Years That Bow The Head And Turn The Growing Spirit Back To Dust. Whatever Your Years, There Is In Every Being's Heart The Love Of Wonder, The Undaunted Challenge Of Events, The Unfailing Childlike Appetite For What Next, And The Joy And The Game Of Life.

Once War Is Forced Upon Us, There Is No Alternative Than To Apply Every Available Means To Bring It To A Swift End. War’s Very Object Is Victory-not Prolonged Indecision.

Years Wrinkle The Skin. Giving Up Wrinkles The Soul.