Pride And Weakness Are Siamese Twins.

A Nature Wise With Finding In Itself The Types Of All, With Watching From The Dim Verge Of The Time What Things To Be Are Visible In The Gleams Thrown Forward On Them From The Luminous Past, Wise With The History Of Its Own Frail Heart, With Reverence And Sorrow, And With Love, Broad As The World, For Freedom And For Man.

Who Is It Needs Such Flawless Shafts As Fate? What Archer Of His Arrows Is So Choice, Or Hits The White So Surely?

New Occasions Teach New Duties.

The Time Is Ripe, And Rotten-ripe, For Change.

Truth Forever On The Scaffold, Wrong Forever On The Throne.