The Slowest Of Us Cannot But Admit

How Prudently Most Men Creep Into Nameless Graves, While Now And Then One Or Two Forget Themselves Into Immortality.

Right Is The Eternal Sun; The World Cannot Delay Its Coming.

The Republic Which Sinks To Sleep, Trusting To Constitutions And Machinery, To Politicians And Statesmen, For The Safety Of Its Liberties, Never Will Have Any.

On A Single Winged Word Hath Hung The Destiny Of Nations.

What Is Fanaticism Today Is The Fashionable Creed Tomorrow, And Trite As The Multiplication Table A Week After.