Young Man, Young Man, Your Arm's Too

Labor Is The Fabled Magician's Wand, The Philosophers Stone, And The Cap Of Good Fortune.

When One Has Seen Something Of The World And Human Nature, One Must Conclude, After All, That Between People In Like Stations Of Life There Is Very Little Difference The World Over.

...evil Is A Force And, Like The Physical And Chemical Forces, We Cannot Annihilate It; We May Only Change Its Form. We Light Upon One Evil And Hit It With All The Might Of Our Civilization, But Only Succeed In Scattering It Into A Dozen Of Other Forms

Make Yourself As Happy As Possible, And Try To Make Those Happy Whose Lives Come In Touch With Yours. But To Attempt To Right The Wrongs And Cease The Sufferings Of The World In General Is A Waste Of Effort.

You Are Young, Gifted, And Black. We Must Begin To Tell Our Young, There's A World Waiting For You, Yours Is The Quest That's Just Begun.