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There Is Always A Certain Meanness In The Argument Of Conservatism, Joined With A Certain Superiority In Its Fact.

If You Have A Nation Of Men Who Have Risen To That Height Of Moral Cultivation That They Will Not Declare War Or Carry Arms, For They Have Not So Much Madness Left In Their Brains, You Have A Nation Of Lovers, Of Benefactors, Of True, Great, And Able Men.

English History Is Aristocracy With The Doors Open. Who Has Courage And Faculty, Let Him Come In.

The Ship Of Heaven Guides Itself And Will Not Accept A Wooden Rudder.

To Fill The Hour──that Is Happiness.