Eloquence May Set Fire To Reason.

Any Tax Is A Discouragement And Therefore A Regulation So Far As It Goes.

There Is Nothing Like The Dead Cold Hand Of The Past To Take Down Our Tumid Egotism And Lead Us Into The Solemn Flow Of The Life Of Our Race.

Nothing Is So Commonplace Has The Wish To Be Remarkable.

To Us Who Remain Behind Is Left This Day Of Memories. Every Year--in The Full Tide Of Spring, At The Height Of The Symphony Of Flowers And Love And Life--there Comes A Pause, And Through The Silence We Hear The Lonely Pipe Of Death.

Blood Is A Destiny. One's Genius Descends In The Stream From Long Lines Of Ancestry.