Never send a battalion to take a hill if a regiment is available.

Science seems ready to confer upon us, as its final gift, the power to erase human life from this planet.

Oh, that lovely title, ex-president.

Personal prayer, it seems to me, is one of the simplest necessities of life, as basic to the individual as sunshine, food and water-and at times, of course, more so. By prayer I mean an effort to get in touch with the Infinite. We know that our prayers are imperfect. Of course they are. We are imperfect human beings. A thousand experiences have convinced me beyond room of doubt that prayer multiplies the strength of the individual and brings within the scope of his capabilities almost any conceivable objective.

We are not saints. We know we make mistakes, but at least our heart is with the right cause.

To be true to one's own freedom is, in essence, to honor and respect the freedom of all others.

How far have we come in man's long pilgrimage from darkness toward light? Are we nearing the light-a day of freedom and of peace for all mankind? Or are the shadows of another night closing in upon us?