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For Honest Merit To Succeed Amid The Tricks And Intrigues Which Are Now So Lamentably Common, I Know Is Difficult; But The Honor Of Success Is Increased By The Obstacles Which Are To Be Surmounted. Let Me Triumph As A Man Or Not At All.

The Best System Of Education Is That Which Draws Its Chief Support From The Voluntary Effort Of The Community, From The Individual Efforts Of Citizens, And From Those Burdens Of Taxation Which They Voluntarily Impose Upon Themselves.

Wherever A Ship Ploughs The Sea, Or A Plough Furrows The Field; Wherever A Mine Yields Its Treasure; Wherever A Ship Or A Railroad Train Carries Freight To Market; Wherever The Smoke Of The Furnace Rises, Or The Clang Of The Loom Resounds; Even In The Lonely Garret Where The Seamstress Plies Her Busy Needle--there Is Industry.

The World's History Is A Divine Poem, Of Which The History Of Every Nation Is A Canto, And Every Man A Word. Its Strains Have Been Pealing Along Down The Centuries, And Though There Have Been Mingled The Discords Of Warring Cannon And Dying Men, Yet To The Christian Philosopher And Historian - The Humble Listener - There Has Been A Divine Melody Running Through The Song Which Speaks Of Hope And Halcyon Days To Come.

They Grow Stiff In The Joints. They Get In A Rut. They Go To Seed.