It's always the old to lead us to the war. It's always the young to fall.
One legged veterans will greet the dawn, and they're whistling marches as they mow the lawn, and the gargoyles on sit and grieve.
The truest protest is beauty.
Even though you can't expect to defeat the absurdity of the world, you must make that attempt.
The glory that was Lincoln's never died when he was slain.
Beneath the greatest love lies a hurricane of hate.