Show Me The Man You Honor; I

Is Not Cant The Materia Prima Of The Devil, From Which All Falsehoods, Imbecilities, Abominations, Body Themselves, From Which No True Thing Can Come? For Cant Is Itself The Properly A Double-distilled Lie, The Second Power Of A Lie.

A Pygmy Standing On The Outward Crust Of This Small Planet, His Far-reaching Spirit Stretches Outward To The Infinite, And There Alone Finds Rest.

No Great Man Lives In Vain. The History Of The World Is But The Biography Of Great Men.

We Are Not Altogether Here To Tolerate. We Are Here To Resist, To Control And Vanquish Withal.

All Reform Except A Moral One Will Prove Unavailing.