Beware of the man who rises to power from one suspender.
The tongue may be an unruly member-- But silence poisons the soul.
To this generation I would say: Memorize some bit of verse of truth or beauty.
In time you shall see Fate approach you In the shape of your own image in the mirror.
The earth keeps some vibration going There in your heart, and that is you. And if the people find you can fiddle, why fiddle you must, for all your life.
The Typical American? He is sent to school Little or much, where he imbibes the rule Of safety first and comfort; in his youth He joins the church and ends the quest of truth.