We have met the enemy and it is us.
Women aren't as mere as they used to be.
Now is the time for all good men to come to.
We are confronted with insurmountable opportunities.
It is not good enough for things to be planned - they still have to be done; for the intention to become a reality, energy has to be launched into operation.
There is no need to sally forth, for it remains true that those things which make us human are, curiously enough, always close at hand. Resolve then, that on this very ground, with small flags waving and tiny blasts of tiny trumpets, we have met the enemy, and not only may he be ours, he may be us.
The eleventh day of the eleventh month has always seemed to me to be special. Even if the reason for it fell apart as the years went on, it was a symbol of something close to the high part of the heart. Perhaps a life that stretches through two or three wars takes its first war rather seriously, but I still think we should have kept the name "Armistice Day." Its implications were a little more profound, a little more hopeful.