To the world you may be just one person, but to one person you may be the world.
Their sword will become our plow, and from the tears of war the daily bread of future generations will grow
(April 20, 1889 - April 30, 1945)
His ability to move the puck and his shot are really what we were looking for. I think he's settled in and done a good job.
Love is anterior to life, posterior to death, initial of creation, and the exponent of breath.