A Civilization Is Born Stoic And Dies

Grow Strong, My Comrade … That You May Stand Unshaken When I Fall; That I May Know The Shattered Fragments Of My Song Will Come At Last To Finer Melody In You; That I May Tell My Heart That You Begin Where Passing I Leave Off, And Fathom More.

Truth Will Not Make Us Rich, But It Will Make Us Free.

Drunkenness Was In Good Repute In England Till "bloody Mary" Frowned Upon It; It Remained Popular In Germany. The French Drank More Stably, Not Being Quite So Cold.

And Last Are The Few Whose Delight Is In Meditation And Understanding; Who Yearn Not For Goods, Nor For Victory, But For Knowledge; Who Leave Both Market And Battlefield To Lose Themselves In The Quiet Clarity Of Secluded Thought; Whose Will Is A Light Rather Than A Fire, Whose Haven Is Not Power But Truth: These Are The Men Of Wisdom, Who Stand Aside Unused By The World.

The Political Machine Triumphs Because It Is A United Minority Acting Against A Divided Majority.