Man is a slave neither of his race nor his language, nor of his religion, nor of the course of rivers nor of the direction taken by mountain chains. A large aggregate of men, healthy in mind and warm of heart, creates the kind of moral conscience which we call a nation.
I never liked or disliked Mr. Rogers, but one of my co workers had such a violent hatred of the guy. His kids must have watched it and he would talk about how he could not stand Mr. Rogers and the way he took off his sticking shoes and spoke in that tone of voice. ” Won’t you be my neighbor? “