The Struggle Which Is Now Beginning Between

At The Bottom Of All The Tributes Paid To Democracy Is The Little Man, Walking Into The Little Booth, With A Little Pencil, Making A Little Cross On A Little Bit Of Paper-no Amount Of Rhetoric Or Voluminous Discussion Can Possibly Diminish The Overwhelming Importance Of The Point.

There Is Something Going On In Time And Space, And Beyond Time And Space, Which, Whether We Like It Or Not, Spells Duty.

We Get To Make A Living; We Give To Make A Life.

I'd Rather Argue Against A Hundred Idiots, Than Have One Agree With Me.

It Is All Right To Rat, But You Can't Re-rat.