Criticism Is Not Construction, It Is Observation.

It Is Not The Ship So Much As The Skillful Sailing That Assures The Prosperous Voyage.

Through All History, From The Beginning, A Noble Army Of Martyrs Have Fought Fiercely And Fallen Bravely For That Unseen Mistress, Their Country. So, Through All History, To The End, As Long As Men Believe In God That Army Must Still March And Fall, Recruited Only From The Flower Of Mankind, Cheered Only By Their Own Hope Of Humanity, Strong Only In The Confidence Of Their Cause.

The Fragrance Always Stays In The Hand That Gives The Rose.

It Is Not Observed In History That Families Improve With Time.

A Man's Country Is Not A Certain Area Of Land, Of Mountains, Rivers, And Woods, But It Is A Principle: And Patriotism Is Loyalty To That Principle. In Poetic Minds And In Popular Enthusiasm This Feeling Becomes Closely Associated With The Soil And The Symbols Of The Country. But The Secret Sanctification Of The Soil And The Symbol Is The Idea Which They Represent, And This Idea The Patriot Worships Through The Name And The Symbol, As A Lover Kisses With Rapture The Glove Of His Mistress And Wears A Lock Of Her Hair Upon His Heart.