The world is becoming like a lunatic asylum run by lunatics.

The doctors are always changing their opinions. They always have some new fad.

Doctinaires are the vultures of principle. They feed upon principle after it is dead.

The government are behaving like a bevy of maiden aunts who have fallen among buccaneers.

The stern hand of fate has scourged us to an elevation where we can see the great everlasting things which matter for a nation - the great peaks we had forgotten, of Honor, Duty, Patriotism, and clad in glittering white, the great pinnacle of Sacrifice pointing like a rugged finger to Heaven.

The world is becoming like a lunatic asylum run by lunatics.

Don't be afraid to take a big step if one is indicated. You can't cross a chasm in two small jumps.