Oft when the white, still dawn lifted the skies and pushed the hills apart, I have felt it like a glory in my heart.
I fear the vermin that shall undermineSenate and citadel and school and shrine.
The thing that is incredible is life itself.
At the heart of the cyclone tearing the sky is a place of central calm.
For all your days be prepared, and meet them ever alike. When you are the anvil, bear - when you are the hammer, strike.
Lincoln, the Man of the People