The Golden Age Is Not In The

A Man's Love For His Native Land Lies Deeper Than Any Logical Expression, Among Those Pulses Of The Heart Which Vibrate To The Sanctities Of Home, And To The Thoughts Which Leap Up From His Father's Graves.

Morality Is But The Vestibule Of Religion.

This Is The Essential Evil Of Vice: It Debases A Man.

When I Contrast The Loving Jesus, Comprehending All Things In His Ample And Tender Charity, With Those Who Profess To Bear His Name, Marking Their Zeal By What They Do Not Love, It Seems To Me As Though Men, Like The Witches Of Old, Had Read The Bible Backward, And Had Taken Incantations Out Of It For Evil, Rather Than Inspiration For Good.

Liberty Is An Old Fact; It Has Had Its Heroes And Its Martyrs In Almost Every Age. As I Look Back Through The Vista Of Centuries, I Can See No End Of The Ranks Of Those Who Have Toiled And Suffered In Its Cause, And Who Wear Upon Their Breasts Its Stars Of The Legion Of Honor.