Life's Sharpest Rapture Is Surcease Of Pain.

The Little And The Great Are Joined In One By God's Great Force. The Wondrous Golden Sun Is Linked Unto The Glow-worm's Tiny Spark; The Eagle Soars To Heaven In His Flight; And In Those Realms Of Space, All Bathed In Light, Soar None Except The Eagle And The Lark.

Naught Is Too Small And Soft To Turn And Sting.

Let Our First Care Today Be The Re-establishment Of Our Physical Strength, The Reconstruction Of Our National Organism, So That In Future, Where The Respect Due To Us Cannot Be Won By Entreaty, It May Be Commanded, And Where It Cannot Be Commanded, It May Be Enforced.

Until We Are All Free, We Are None Of Us Free.

There Is No Comfort Looking Forth Nor Back, The Present Gives The Lie To All Her Past.