The Ballot Is Stronger Than The Bullet.

I Pray That Our Heavenly Father May Assuage The Anguish Of Your Bereavement, And Leave You Only The Cherished Memory Of The Loved And Lost, And The Solemn Pride That Must Be Yours, To Have Laid So Costly A Sacrifice Upon The Altar Of Freedom.

Things May Come To Those Who Wait, But Only The Things Left By Those Who Hustle.

I Do Not Boast That God Is On My Side, I Humbly Pray That I Am On God's Side.

The Health You Enjoy Is Largely Your Choice

Our Eldest Boy, Bob, Has Been Away From Us Nearly A Year At School, And Will Enter Harvard University This Month. He Promises Verywell, Considering We Never Controlled Him Much.