We’ve been fighting for so long, we’ve begun to lose ourselves. And it’s getting worse.
If well thou hast begun, go on fore-right
It is the end that crowns us, not the fight.
But the fight for our planet, physical and spiritual, a fight of cosmic proportions, is not a vague matter of the future; it has already started. The forces of Evil have begun their decisive offensive, you can feel their pressure, and yet your screens and publications are full of prescribed smiles and raised glasses. What is the joy about?
I felt the fight in me; but I don't want to have to fight all the time.
I said, I am a soldier, grown old and tired and confused. I have been fighting since before you were born. And I have yet to see anything gained.”
I am not fighting a hopeless fight. People who have fought in real fights don't, as a rule.
I have found yet another friend here. And with such a friend we will together form a team, like a soccer team. This will be a fighting team.
I have found yet another friend here. And with such a friend we will together form a team, like a soccer team. This will be a fighting team.
I know you now, old enemies of mine!
Falsehood!
Have at you! Ha! and Compromise!
Prejudice, Treachery! …
Surrender, I?
Parley? No, never! You too, Folly, — you?
I know that you will lay me low at last;
Let be! Yet I fall fighting, fighting still!
It is not yet the Millennium. We have not yet reached these pure heights of civilization, the ascent to which is the Good Fight. But are we no nearer the summit because we do not stand upon it? Has the Good Fight gained nothing by the war? If you sail from Boston to Calcutta, when you are off Madagascar you are not yet in India, but you have rounded the Cape of Good Hope, you are not yet in India, but at least you are outside Boston Light. I do not say the country is yet beyond Boston Light, but if not, it is only because Boston Light is the sun of liberty that shines all over the world.