Great Lives Never Go Out; They Go

The Evil Works From A Bad Center Both Ways. It Demoralizes Those Who Practice It And Destroys The Faith Of Those Who Suffer By It In The Efficiency Of The Law As A Safe Protector

I Have Never Been Able To Think Of The Day As One Of Mourning; I Have Never Quite Been Able To Feel That Half-masted Flags Were Appropriate On Decoration Day. I Have Rather Felt That The Flag Should Be At The Peak, Because Those Whose Dying We Commemorate Rejoiced In Seeing It Where Their Valor Placed It. We Honor Them In A Joyous, Thankful, Triumphant Commemoration Of What They Did.

The Disfranchisement Of A Single Legal Elector By Fraud Or Intimidation Is A Crime Too Grave To Be Regarded Lightly.

I Cannot Always Sympathize With That Demand Which We Hear So Frequently For Cheap Things. Things May Be Too Cheap. They Are Too Cheap When The Man Or Woman Who Produces Them Upon The Farm Or The Man Or Woman Who Produces Them In The Factory Does Not Get Out Of Them Living Wages With A Margin For Old Age And For A Dowry For The Incidents That Are To Follow. I Pity The Man Who Wants A Coat So Cheap That The Man Or Woman Who Produces The Cloth Or Shapes It Into A Garment Will Starve In The Process.

That One Flag Encircles Us With Its Folds Today, The Unrivaled Object Of Our Loyal Love.