There's No Such Thing As A Good

This Is No Time For Ease And Comfort. It Is Time To Dare And Endure.

If This Long Island Story Of Ours Is To End At Last, Let It End Only When Each One Of Us Lies, Choking In His Own Blood Upon The Ground.

We Do Not War With Races Primarily As Such. Tyranny Is Our Foe. Whatever Trapping Or Disguise It Wears, Whatever Language It Speaks, Be It External Or Internal, We Must For Ever Be On Our Guard, Ever Mobilized, Ever Vigilant, Always Ready To Spring At Its Throat. In All This We March Together. Not Only Do We March And Strive Shoulder To Shoulder At This Moment, Under The Fire Of The Enemy On The Fields Of War Or In The Air, But Also In Those Realms Of Thought Which Are Consecrated To The Rights And The Dignity Of Man.

There Is No Sphere Of Human Thought In Which It Is Easier To Show Superficial Cleverness And The Appearance Of Superior Wisdom Than In Discussing Questions Of Currency And Exchange

Our Future Is In Our Hands. Our Lives Are What We Choose To Make Them.