There Would Be No Christmas If There

Without Labor There Is Neither Wealth, Nor Comfort, Nor Progress.

There Are Few Things More Pathetic Than Those Who Have Lost Their Curiosity And Sense Of Adventure, And Who No Longer Care To Learn.

The Decisions We Make, Individually And Personally, Become The Fabric Of Our Lives. That Fabric Will Be Beautiful Or Ugly According To The Threads Of Which It Is Woven. I Wish To Say Particularly To The Young Men Who Are Here That You Cannot Indulge In Any Unbecoming Behavior Without Injury To The Beauty Of The Fabric Of Your Lives. Immoral Acts Of Any Kind Will Introduce An Ugly Thread. Dishonesty Of Any Kind Will Create A Blemish. Foul And Profane Language Will Rob The Pattern Of Its Beauty.

...when We Lift Our Voices Tiny Molehills Of Difference Become Great Mountains Of Conflict.

We Seldom Get Into Trouble When We Speak Softly. It Is Only When We Raise Our Voices That The Sparks Fly And Tiny Molehills Become Great Mountains Of Contention.