We Wish Peace, But We Wish The

We Must All Either Wear Out Or Rust Out, Every One Of Us. My Choice Is To Wear Out.

Wars Are, Of Course, As A Rule To Be Avoided; But They Are Far Better Than Certain Kinds Of Peace.

The Credit Belongs To The Man Who Is Actually In The Arena; Whose Face Is Marred With Dust And Sweat; Who Strives Valiantly; Who Errs And May Fall Again And Again, Because There Is No Effort Without Error Or Shortcoming.

The Reader, The Booklover, Must Meet His Own Needs Without Paying Too Much Attention To What His Neighbors Say Those Needs Should Be.

A President Has A Great Chance; His Position Is Almost That Of A King And A Prime Minister Rolled Into One.