God Is The Explanation Of All Things.

Those Old Ages Are Like The Landscape That Shows Best In Purple Distance, All Verdant And Smooth, And Bathed In Mellow Light.

Death Makes A Beautiful Appeal To Charity. When We Look Upon The Dead Form, So Composed And Still, The Kindness And The Love That Are In Us All Come Forth.

There Is But A Slight Difference Between The Man Who May Be Said To Know Nothing And Him Who Thinks He Knows Everything.

Liberty Is An Old Fact; It Has Had Its Heroes And Its Martyrs In Almost Every Age. As I Look Back Through The Vista Of Centuries, I Can See No End Of The Ranks Of Those Who Have Toiled And Suffered In Its Cause, And Who Wear Upon Their Breasts Its Stars Of The Legion Of Honor.

I Know A Good Many People, I Think, Who Are Bigots, And Who Know They Are Bigots, And Are Sorry For It, But They Dare Not Be Anything Else.