The Slowest Of Us Cannot But Admit

Experience Is A Safe Light To Walk By, And He Is Not A Rash Man Who Expects To Succeed In Future From The Same Means Which Have Secured It In Times Past.

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

Revolutions Are Not Made: They Come. A Revolution Is As Natural A Growth As An Oak. It Comes Out Of The Past. Its Foundations Are Laid Far Back.

Revolution Is The Only Thing, The Only Power, That Ever Worked Out Freedom For Any People. The Powers That Have Ruled Long And Learned To Love Ruling, Will Never Give Up That Prerogative Until They Must, Till They See The Certainty Of Overthrow And Destruction If They Do Not. To Plant-to Revolutionize-these Are The Twin Stars That Have Ruled Our Pathway. What Have We Then To Dread In The Word Revolution-we, The Children Of Rebels!

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