We Need The Breast And The Brightest

[w]ords Are Fine, But It Has To Be What A Generation Reads Into Those Words.

My Father Lifted Me Up In His Strong Gentle Arms And Said Something I Will Never Forget. He Said, "i Know You Can Do It. There Is Nothing That You Can't Do. We're Going To Climb That Hill Together Even If It Takes Us All Day." And At Age 12 Losing Your Leg Pretty Much Seems Like The End Of The World. But As I Climbed Onto His Back And We Flew Down The Hill That Day, I Knew He Was Right. I Knew I Was Going To Be Ok. You See, My Father Taught Me That Even Our Most Profound Losses Are Survivable. And It Is What We Do With That Loss - Our Ability To Transform It Into A Positive Event.

Sometimes A Party Must Sail Against The Wind. We Cannot Heed The Call Of Those Who Say It Is Time To Furl The Sail. The Party That Tore Itself Apart Over Vietnam In The 1960s Cannot Afford To Tear Itself Apart Today Over Budget Cuts In Basic Social Programs.

From The Windows Of My Office In Boston ... I Can See The Golden Stairs From Boston Harbor Where All Eight Of My Great-grandparents Set Foot On This Great Land For The First Time. That Immigrant Spirit Of Limitless Possibility Animates America Even Today.

The More Our Feelings Diverge, The More Deeply Felt They Are, The Greater Is Our Obligation To Grant The Sincerity And Essential Decency Of Our Fellow Citizens On The Other Side.