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Our Dead Brothers And Sisters Still Live For Us And Bid Us Think Of Life, Not Death-of Life To Which In Their Youth They Lent The Passion And Glory Of Spring. As I Listen, The Great Chorus Of Life And Joy Begins Again, And Amid The Awful Orchestra Of Seen And Unseen Powers And Destinies Of Good And Evil, Our Trumpets Sound Once More A Note Of Daring, Hope, And Will.

The Minute A Phrase, Becomes Current, It Becomes An Apology For Not Thinking Accurately To The End Of The Sentence.

A New And Valid Idea Is Worth More Than A Regiment And Fewer Men Can Furnish The Former Than Command The Latter.

The Man Of Action Has The Present, But The Thinker Controls The Future.

Every Now And Then A Man's Mind Is Stretched By A New Idea Or Sensation, And Never Shrinks Back To Its Former Dimensions.