Republics Exist Only On Tenure Of Being

Though Plunged In Ills And Exercised In Care, Yet Never Let The Noble Mind Despair.

The Republic Which Sinks To Sleep, Trusting To Constitutions And Machinery, To Politicians And Statesmen, For The Safety Of Its Liberties, Never Will Have Any.

Boredom, After All, Is A Form Of Criticism.

To Be As Good As Our Fathers, We Must Be Better. Imitation Is Not Discipleship. When Some One Sent A Cracked Plate To China To Have A Set Made, Every Piece In The New Set Had A Crack In It.

Political Convulsions, Like Geological Upheavings Usher In New Epochs Of The World's Progress.