No Man Has Ever Had A Point

Wherever The Truth Is Injured, Defend It.

In These Divine Pleasures Permitted To Me Of Walks In The June Night Under Moon And Stars, I Can Put My Life As A Fact Before Me And Stand Aloof From Its Honor And Shame.

We First Share The Life By Which Things Exist, And Afterwards See Them As Appearances In Nature, And Forget That We Have Shared Their Cause.

Luck Is Just Another Word For Tenacity Of Purpose.

Shall We Then Judge A Country By The Majority, Or By The Minority? By The Minority, Surely.