Luck Whines; Labor Whistles.

There Are Many Counterfeits Of Character, But The Genuine Article Is Difficult To Be Mistaken.

The Career Of A Great Man Remains An Enduring Monument Of Human Energy. The Man Dies And Disappears, But His Thoughts And Acts Survive And Leave An Indelible Stamp Upon His Race.

The Greatest Slave Is Not He Who Is Ruled By A Despot, Great Though That Evil Be, But He Who Is In The Thrall Of His Own Moral Ignorance, Selfishness, And Vice.

No Good Thing Is Ever Lost. Nothing Dies, Not Even Life Which Gives Up One Form Only To Resume Another. No Good Action, No Good Example Dies. It Lives Forever In Our Race. While The Frame Moulders And Disappears, The Deed Leaves An Indelible Stamp, And Molds The Very Thought And Will Of Future Generations.

Any Number Of Depraved Units Cannot Form A Great Nation.