My design is no design.

In 1965, I marched for equality.

Give us men to match our mountains, Give us men to match our plains: Men with empires in their purpose And new eras in their brains.

Change is the watchword of progression. When we tire of well-worn ways, we seek for new. This restless craving in the souls of men spurs them to climb, and to seek the mountain view.

Man's attitude toward great qualities in others is often the same as toward high mountains - he admires them but he prefers to walk around them.