I Remember In My Early 20s When

Valor Is A Gift. Those Having It Never Know For Sure Whether They Have It Until The Test Comes.

What If Someone Gave A War & Nobody Came? / Life Would Ring The Bells Of Ecstasy And Forever Be Itself Again.

Let The Gentle Bush Dig Its Root Deep And Spread Upward To Split The Boulder.

So I Turn Once More To Those Who Sneer At This My City, And I Give Them Back The Sneer And Say To Them: Come And Show Me Another City With Lifted Head Singing So Proud To Be Alive And Coarse And Strong And Cunning.

Be Careful With Your Words, Once They Are Said, They Can Only Be Forgiven, Not Forgotten.