Here lie men who loved America because their ancestors generations ago helped in her founding. And other men who loved her with equal passion because they themselves or their own fathers escaped from oppression to her blessed shores. Here lie officers and men, Negroes and Whites, rich men and poor, together. Here are Protestants, Catholics, and Jews together. Here no man prefers another because of his faith or despises him because of his color. Here there are no quotas of how many from each group are admitted or allowed. Among these men there is no discrimination. No prejudices. No hatred. Theirs is the highest and purest democracy...

Whosoever of us lifts his hand in hate against a brother, or who thinks himself superior to those who happen to be in the minority, makes of this ceremony and the bloody sacrifice it commemorates, an empty, hollow mockery. To this then, as our solemn sacred duty, do we the living now dedicate ourselves: To the right of Protestants, Catholics, and Jews, of White men and Negroes alike, to enjoy the democracy for which all of them have here paid the price...

We here solemnly swear this shall not be in vain. Out of this and from the suffering and sorrow of those who mourn this, will come, we promise, the birth of a new freedom for the sons of men everywhere.

This is the grimmest, and surely the holiest task we have
faced since D–day. Here before us lie the bodies of comrades and
friends. Men who until yesterday or last week laughed with us, joked with us, trained with us. Men who were on the same ships
with us, and went over the side with us as we prepared to hit the
beaches of this island.It is not easy to do so,” He continued.
Some of us have buried our closest friends here. We saw these
men killed before our very eyes. Any one of us might have died in
their place. Indeed some of us are alive and breathing at this very
monent only because men who lie here beneath us had the courage
and strength to give their lives for ours. To speak in memory of
men such as these is not easy . . .
No, our poor power of speech can add nothing to what these
men and the other dead of our Division who are not here have
already done.
All we can even hope to do is follow their example. To show the
same selfless courage in peace as they did in war. To swear by the
grace of God and the stubborn strength and power of human will,
their sons and ours will never suffer these pains again. These men
have done their job well. They have paid the ghastly price of
freedom. . . .
“We dedicate ourselves, first, to live together
in peace the way they fought and are buried in this war. Here lie
men who loved America because their ancestors generations ago
helped in her founding and other men who loved her with equal
passion because they themselves or their own fathers escaped from
oppression to her blessed shores. Here lie officers and men,
Negroes and whites, rich men and poor--- together . . . . Theirs is
the highest and purest democracy.
Any man among us, the living, who fails to understand that
will thereby betray those who lie here dead. Whoever of us lifts his
hand in hate against a brother . . . . makes of this ceremony and of the bloody sacrifice it commemorates an empty, hollow mockery.
To one thing more do we consecrate ourselves in memory of
those who sleep beneath these crosses and stars. We shall not
foolishly suppose, as did the last generation of America’s fighting
men, that victory on the battlefield will automatically guarantee the
triumph of Democracy at home. This war with all its frightful
heartache and suffering, is but the beginning of our generations
struggle for democracy . . . .
Thus do we memorialize those who, have ceased living with
us, now live within us. Thus do we consecrate ourselves, the
living, to carry on the struggle they began. Too much pain and
heartache have fertilized the earth on which we stand. We here
solemnly swear: This shall not be in vain! Out of this, and from the
suffering and sorrow of those who mourn this, will come—we
promise – the birth of a new freedom for the sons of men

I was exceedingly affected, says he, upon the occasion. But was ashamed to be surprised by her into such a fit of unmanly weakness-so ashamed that I was resolved to subdue it at the instant, and guard against the like for the future. Yet, at that moment, I more than half regretted that I could not permit her to enjoy a triumph which she so well deserved to glory in-her youth, her beauty, her artless innocence, and her manner, equally beyond comparison or description. But her indifference, Belford!-That she could resolve to sacrifice me to the malice of my enemies; and carry on the design in so clandestine a manner-yet love her, as I do, to frenzy!-revere her, as I do, to adoration!-These were the recollections with which I fortified my recreant heart against her-Yet, after all, if she persevere, she must conquer!-Coward, as she has made me, that never was a coward before!


Lord, tell me when
Shall come to men
Messiah blest,
When shall Thy care
His couch prepare
To be my guest,
To sleep on my golden bed,
in my palace rest.

Wake, dear gazelle,
Shake off thy spell,
Nor slumber still.
Dawn like a flag
Surmounts the crag
Of Tabor’s hill,
And its flame it unfurls o’er my
Hermon, the hoar and chill.

From the wild-ass brood
To the grace renewed
Of Thy dainty roe,
O Lord, return,
For behold we yearn
Our love to show,
And our soul with Thy soul at
one as of yore to know.

Thrice welcome he
Who comes to me
Of David’s line,
My palace treasure
Is at his pleasure
With all that’s mine,
My pomegranate, cinnamon, spice, and
the jars of my old sweet wine.

Open the gate, my love,
Arise and open the gate,
For my soul is dismayed
And sorely afraid
And Hagar’s brood mocks my estate.

The heart of the hand-maid’s sons
Is hateful and haughty grown,
And all because of the cry
Of Ishmael piercing the sky,
Ascending and reaching the Throne.

I stumble ’twixt beast and beast,
The wild ass swift to slay
Has followed my flight
From the courts of Night
Where crushed of the boar I lay.

Alas! for my thick-sealed fate,
Ah woe for the days to come!
It helps but to pain me
That none can explain me,
And I, myself, I am dumb.

Man wants to achieve greatness overnight, and he wants to sleep well that night too.

A happy family is but an earlier heaven.

No people in all history paid a higher price for freedom. And no people have done so much to advance the dignity of man. We are called materialistic. May be so…but our materialism has made our children the biggest, tallest, most handsome, and intelligent generations of Americans yet. They will live longer with fewer illnesses, learn more, see more of the world, and have more success in realizing their personal dreams and ambitions than any other people in any other period of our history - because of our materialism…I think on our side of civilization and on the other side is the law of the jungle…We all have to recognize that this country has been handed the responsibility, greater than any nation, to preserve some 6000 years of civilization against the barbarians.

No one thinks of Winter when the grass is green.

Success and failure are the same impostor.

A Platonic friendship is perhaps only possible when one or other of the Platonists is in love with a third person.

Ever since I was a teenager delivering newspapers (for seven straight years), I have tried not to lose a single customer. I treated each one like the most important person in the world and delivered each paper as if I were delivering it to the front door of the Governor’s mansion. The key to succeeding with a paper route and the restaurant business, I would later learn, is to take care of the customer. Whether on the paper route or in my restaurants, I have found that the most effective way of promoting my business didn’t cost me anything but a little kindness to my customers.

Provided that God be glorified, we must not care by whom.

The ark of Noah was built in the time of peace, and its timbers were planted by him a hundred years beforehand. In the time of wrath the evil man perished, but the ark became the shelter for the righteous.

Feeding the hungry is a greater work than raising the dead.

If religious freedom is to endure in America, the responsibility for teaching religion to public school children must be left to the homes and churches of our land, where this responsibility rightfully belongs.

The 14th and 15th amendments, no matter what we thought of them, are part of the Constitution. Negroes are now equal with the white man.

His conversation does not show the minute hand; but he strikes the hour very correctly.

If the education and studies of children were suited to their inclinations and capacities, many would be made useful members of society that otherwise would make no figure in it.

Be it desire or fear or anger or affection or friendship or even the desire for union, when directed towards the Lord, it brings the greatest blessing to the devotee. These bring about his union with the Lord.