You Don't Have To Teach People How

There Is No Calamity Which A Great Nation Can Invite Which Equals That Which Follows A Supine Submission To Wrong And Injustice And The Consequent Loss Of National Self-respect And Honor, Beneath Which Are Shielded And Defended A People's Safety And Greatness.

You Don't Have To Teach People How To Be Human. You Have To Teach Them How To Stop Being Inhuman.

Everybody Changes, Not Just Me.

You're Either Part Of The Solution Or You're Part Of The Problem.

And Why Does It Make You Sad To See How Everything Hangs By Such Thin And Whimsical Threads? Because You’re A Dreamer, An Incredible Dreamer, With A Tiny Spark Hidden Somewhere Inside You Which Cannot Die, Which Even You Cannot Kill Or Quench And Which Tortures You Horribly Because All The Odds Are Against Its Continual Burning. In The Midst Of The Foulest Decay And Putrid Savagery, This Spark Speaks To You Of Beauty, Of Human Warmth And Kindness, Of Goodness, Of Greatness, Of Heroism, Of Martyrdom, And It Speaks To You Of Love.