Human kindness has never weakened the stamina or softened the fiber of a free people. A nation does not have to be cruel to be tough.
FRANKLIN D. ROOSEVELTMen are not prisoners of fate, but only prisoners of their own minds.
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Peace, like charity, begins at home.
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We have always held to the hope, the belief, the conviction that there is a better life, a better world, beyond the horizon.
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Those who have long enjoyed such privileges as we enjoy forget in time that men have died to win them.
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There are many ways of going forward, but only one way of standing still.
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The whole world is one neighborhood.
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Presidents are selected, not elected.
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It is an unfortunate human failing that a full pocketbook often groans more loudly than an empty stomach.
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It is better to swallow words than to have to eat them later.
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Real estate cannot be lost or stolen, nor can it be carried away. Purchased with common sense, paid for in full, and managed with reasonable care, it is about the safest investment in the world.
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Repetition does not transform a lie into a truth.
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The motto of war is: “Let the strong survive; let the weak die.” The motto of peace is: “Let the strong help the weak to survive.”
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Freedom of conscience, of education, of speech, of assembly are among the very fundamentals of democracy and all of them would be nullified should freedom of the press ever be successfully challenged.
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In our democracy officers of the government are the servants, and never the masters of the people.
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We know now that government by organized money is just as dangerous as government by organized mob.
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Hitler built a fortress around Europe, but he forgot to put a roof on it.
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