Time Does Not Become Sacred To Us

For Two Summers Not A Blue Wing, Not A Blue Warble. I Seemed To Miss Something Kindred And Precious From My Environment--the Visible Embodiment Of The Tender Sky And Wistful Soil. What A Loss, I Said, To Coming Generations Of Dwellers In The Country--no Bluebird In Spring!

One May Summon His Philosophy When They Are Beaten In Battle, Not Till Then.

We've Been In A Period Of Relative Stability And Cooperation Since The End Of The Cold War Among The World's Major Powers, But That May Not Always Exist. And Certainly One Could Even Predict That There Will Be Periods Of Hostility Or Tension Ahead.

I Am In Love With This World . . . I Have Climbed Its Mountains, Roamed Its Forests, Sailed Its Waters, Crossed Its Deserts, Felt The Sting Of Its Frosts, The Oppression Of Its Heats, The Drench Of Its Rains, The Fury Of Its Winds, And Always Have Beauty And Joy Waited Upon My Goings And Comings.

The Thing That I Focus On Because I Don't Think It Gets Enough Attention Is That Among The World's Major Powers, There Is Still A Nuclear Balance Of Terror - I'm Talking About Between The United States And Russia, The United States And China.