War's Tragedy Is That It Uses Man's

No Horse Gets Anywhere Until He Is Harnessed. No Stream Or Gas Drives Anything Until It Is Confined. No Niagara Is Ever Turned Into Light And Power Until It Is Tunneled. No Life Ever Grows Great Until It Is Focused, Dedicated, Disciplined.

I Hate War For Its Consequences, For The Lies It Lives On And Propagates, For The Undying Hatreds It Arouses.

No One Can Get Inner Peace By Pouncing On It.

Hold A Picture Of Yourself Long And Steadily Enough In Your Mind's Eye And You Will Be Drawn Toward It. Picture Yourself Vividly As Winning And That Alone Will Contribute Immeasurably To Success.

No Man Need Stay The Way He Is.