Man Is Improvable. Some People Think He

The Most Precious Wine Is Produced Upon The Sides Of Volcanoes. Now Bold And Inspiring Ideals Are Only Born Of A Clear Head That Stands Over A Glowing Heart.

Under The Sublime Law Of Progress, The Present Outgrows The Past. The Great Heart Of Humanity Is Heaving With The Hopes Of A Brighter Day. All The Higher Instincts Of Our Nature Prophesy Its Approach; And The Best Intellects Of The Race Are Struggling To Turn That Prophecy Into Fulfilment.

In Our Country And In Our Times No Man Is Worthy The Honored Name Of Statesman Who Does Not Include The Highest Practicable Education Of The People In All His Plans Of Administration. He May Have Eloquence, He May Have A Knowledge Of All History, Diplomacy, Jurisprudence; And By These He Might Claim, In Other Countries, The Elevated Rank Of A Statesman: But Unless He Speaks, Plans, Labors, At All Times And In All Places, For The Culture And Edification Of The Whole People, He Is Not, He Cannot Be, An American Statesman.

A House Without Books Is Like A Room Without Windows. No Man Has A Right To Bring Up His Children Without Surrounding Them With Books, If He Has The Means To Buy Them.

There Is A Deeper Pleasure In Following Truth To The Scaffold Or The Cross, Than In Joining The Multitudinous Retinue, And Mingling Our Shouts With Theirs, When Victorious Error Celebrates Its Triumphs.