Who Dares Nothing, Need Hope For Nothing.

It Is Often Wise To Reveal That Which Cannot Be Concealed For Long.

Worthless Is The Nation That Does Not Gladly Stake Its All On Its Honor.

Man Is Made Of The Wholly Common, And Custom Is His Nurse; Woe Then To Them Who Lay Irreverent Hands On His Old House-furniture, The Dear Inheritance From His Forefathers: For Time Consecrates, And What Is Gray With Age Becomes Religion.

It Is Difficult To Discriminate The Voice Of Truth From Amid The Clamor Raised By Heated Partisans.

Thus Arm In Arm With Thee I Dare Defy My Century Into The Lists.