I Am Only One But Still I

I Feel, As Never Before, How Justly, From The Dawn Of History To The Present Time, Men Have Paid The Homage Of Their Gratitude And Admiration To The Memory Of Those Who Nobly Sacrifice Their Lives, That Their Fellow-men May Live In Safety And In Honor.

Agriculture Seems To Be The First Pursuit Of Civilized Man. It Enables Him To Escape From The Life Of The Savage, And Wandering Shepherd, Into That Of Social Man, Gathered Into Fixed Communities And Surrounding Himself With The Comforts And Blessings Of Neighborhood, Country, And Home. It Is Agriculture Alone, That Fixes Men In Stationary Dwellings, In Villages, In Towns, And Cities, And Enables The Work Of Civilizations, In All Its Branches, To Go On.

The Heart Of The People, North And South, Is For The Union.

I Am Only One But Still I Am One. I Cannot Do Everything, But Still I Can Do Something.

In Italy, On The Breaking Up Of The Roman Empire, Society Might Be Said To Be Resolved Into Its Original Elements, - Into Hostile Atoms, Whose Only Movement Was That Of Mutual Repulsion.