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The Land Flourished Because It Was Fed From So Many Sources--because It Was Nourished By So Many Cultures And Traditions And Peoples.

The Final Conquest Of Poverty Is Within Our Grasp.

If There Is One Word That Describes Our Form Of Society In America, It May Be The Word-voluntary.

A Perpetual Conflict With Natural Desires Seems To Be The Lot Of Our Present State. In Youth We Require Something Of The Tardiness And Frigidity Of Age; And In Age We Must Labour To Recall The Fire And Impetuosity Of Youth; In Youth We Must Learn To Respect, And In Age To Enjoy.

I Am Persuaded That The People Of The World Have No Grievances, One Against The Other. The Hopes And Desires Of A Man Who Tills The Soil Are About The Same Whether He Lives On The Banks Of The Colorado Or On The Banks Of The Danube.