He Who Ceases To Be Better, Ceases

I Was By Birth A Gentleman, Living Neither In Any Considerable Height Nor Yet In Obscurity.

On Becoming Soldiers We Have Not Ceased To Be Citizens.

A Man Never Rises Higher Than When He Does Not Know Whither His Path Can Still Lead Him.

He Who Ceases To Be Better, Ceases To Be Good.

Weeds And Nettles, Briars And Thorns, Have Thriven Under Your Shadow, Dissettlement And Division, Discontentment And Dissatisfaction, Together With Real Dangers To The Whole.