Make It Your Habit Not To Be

He Loved His Country As No Other Man Has Loved Her, But No Man Deserved Less At Her Hands.

You Shall Not Pile, With Servile Toil, Your Monuments Upon My Breast, Nor Yet Within The Common Soil Lay Down The Wreck Of Power To Rest, Where Man Can Boast That He Has Trod On Him That Was "the Scourge Of God."

'do You Pray For The Senators, Dr. Hale?' No, I Look At The Senators And I Pray For The Country.

For All Mankind That Unstained Scroll Unfurled, Where God Might Write Anew The Story Of The World.

Make It Your Habit Not To Be Critical About Small Things.