Education Is A Better Safeguard Of Liberty

When I Am Dead, No Pageant Train Shall Waste Their Sorrows At My Bier. Nor Worthless Pomp Of Homage Vain Stain It With Hypocritic Tear.

What Subsists To-day By Violence Continues To-morrow By Acquiescence And Is Perpetuated By Tradition; Till At Last The Hoary Abuse Shakes The Gray Hairs Of Antiquity At Us, And Gives It-self Out As The Wisdom Of Ages.

When Every Brake Hath Found Its Note, And Sunshine Smiles In Every Flower.

Drop A Grain Of California Gold Into The Ground, And There It Will Lie Unchanged Until The End Of Time; . . . Drop A Grain Of Our Blessed Gold [wheat] Into The Ground And Lo! A Mystery.

Though A Hundred Crooked Paths May Conduct To A Temporary Success, The One Plain And Straight Path Of Public And Private Virtue Can Alone Lead To A Pure And Lasting Fame And The Blessings Of Posterity.