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**The American Individual Throughout the History of Our Society**
The Icon of Leadership //A Time for Greatness//, Norman Rockwell 1964

A man does what he must - in spite of personal consequences, in spite of obstacles and dangers and pressures - and that is the basis of all human morality. -John F. Kennedy

//The Brave Man//-Wallace Stevens

The sun, that brave man, Comes through boughs that lie in wait, That brave man.

Green and gloomy eyes In dark forms of the grass Run away.

The good stars, Pale helms and spiky spurs, Run away.

Fears of my bed, Fears of life and fears of death, Run away.

That brave man comes up From below and walks without meditation, That brave man.

Icon of Youth

Holden Caulfield

"Among other things, you'll find that you're not the first person who was ever confused and frightened and even sickened by human behavior. You're by no means alone on that score, you'll be excited and stimulated to know. Many, many men have been just as troubled morally and spiritually as you are right now. Happily, some of them kept records of their troubles. You'll learn from them - if you want to. Just as someday, if you have something to offer, someone will learn something from you. It's a beautiful reciprocal arrangement. And it isn't education. It's history. It's poetry." -Chapter 24

//James Avati, cover artist//

The American Poet Walt Whitman

//I Hear America Singing//

I HEAR America singing, the varied carols I hear; Those of mechanics—each one singing his, as it should be, blithe and strong; The carpenter singing his, as he measures his plank or beam, The mason singing his, as he makes ready for work, or leaves off work; The boatman singing what belongs to him in his boat—the deckhand singing on the steamboat deck; 5 The shoemaker singing as he sits on his bench—the hatter singing as he stands; The wood-cutter’s song—the ploughboy’s, on his way in the morning, or at the noon intermission, or at sundown; The delicious singing of the mother—or of the young wife at work—or of the girl sewing or washing—Each singing what belongs to her, and to none else; The day what belongs to the day—At night, the party of young fellows, robust, friendly, Singing, with open mouths, their strong melodious songs. -Whitman

//282// The Soul unto itself Is an imperial friend- Or the most agonizing Spy- An Enemy-could send-

Secure against its own- No treason it can fear- Itself-its Sovereign-of itself The Soul should stand in Awe- -Dickinson c.1862

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