Without Ships, We Cannot Live.

History With Its Flickering Lamp Stumbles Along The Trail Of The Past, Trying To Reconstruct Its Scenes, To Revive Its Echoes, And Kindle With Pale Gleams The Passion Of Former Days. What Is The Worth Of All This? The Only Guide To A Man Is His Conscience; The Only Shield To His Memory Is The Rectitude And Sincerity Of His Actions. It Is Very Imprudent To Walk Through Life Without This Shield, Because We Are So Often Mocked By The Failure Of Our Hopes And The Upsetting Of Our Calculations; But With This Shield, However The Fates May Play, We March Always In The Ranks Of Honor.

Success Is Often Nothing More Than Moving From One Failure To Another With Undiminished Enthusiasm.

I Have Had A Number Of Threatening Letters Each Week, Some Telling Me The Actual Time And Method Of My Death, And I Don't Like It.

Our Inheritance Of Well-founded, Slowly Conceived Codes Of Honor, Morals And Manners, The Passionate Convictions Which So Many Hundreds Of Millions Share Together Of The Principles Of Freedom And Justice, Are Far More Precious To Us Than Anything Which Scientific Discoveries Could Bestow.

When Danger Is Far Off We May Think Of Our Weakness; When It Is Near We Must Not Forget Our Strength.