The White House, In Advancing The Agenda

I Beg People Not To Accept The Seasonal Ritual Of Well-timed Charity On Christmas Eve. It's Blasphemy.

Like Grain In A Time Of Famine, The Immense Resources Which The Nation Does In Fact Possess Go Not To The Child In The Greatest Need But To The Children Of The Highest Bidder-the Child Of Parents Who, More Frequently Than Not, Have Also Enjoyed The Same Abundance When They Were Schoolchildren.

When I Was Young, I Was Religious.

I Once Made A Check Of All Books In My Fourth-grade Classroom. Of The Slightly More Than Six Hundred Books, Almost One Quarter Had Been Published Prior To The Bombing Of Hiroshima; 60 Percent Were Either Ten Years Old Or Older.

The First Ten, Twelve Or Fifteen Years Of Life Are Excavated Of Inherent Moral Worth In Order To Accommodate A Regimen Of Basic Training For The Adult Years That Many Of The Poorest Children May Not Even Live To Know.