Tyrants Are But The Spawn Of Ignorance,

That Love For One, From Which There Doth Not Spring Wide Love For All, Is But A Worthless Thing.

The Gift Without The Giver Is Rare.

The Brain Can Be Easy To Buy, But The Heart Never Comes To Market.

Count Me O'er Earth's Chosen Heroes, - They Were Souls That Stood Alone, While The Men They Agonized For Hurled The Contumelious Stone, Stood Serene, And Down The Future Saw The Golden Beam Incline To The Side Of Perfect Justice, Mastered By Their Faith Divine, By One Man's Plain Truth To Manhood And To God's Supreme Design.

The Secret Of Force In Writing Lies Not So Much In The Pedigree Of Nouns And Adjectives And Verbs, As In Having Something That You Believe In To Say, And Making The Parts Of Speech Vividly Conscious Of It.