Show Me The Man You Honor; I

The Times Are Very Bad. Very Well, You Are There To Make Them Better.

Look Around You. Your World-hosts Are All In Mutiny, In Confusion, Destitution; On The Eve Of Fiery Wreck And Madness! They Will Not March Farther For You, On The Sixpence A Day And Supply-demand Principle; They Will Not; Nor Ought They, Nor Can They. Ye Shall Reduce Them To Order, Begin Reducing Them. To Order, To Just Subordination; Noble Loyalty In Return For Noble Guidance. Their Souls Are Driven Nigh Mad; Let Yours Be Sane And Ever Saner.

Histories Are As Perfect As The Historian Is Wise, And Is Gifted With An Eye And A Soul.

A Well-written Life Is Almost As Rare As A Well-spent One.

My Whinstone House My Castle Is, I Have My Own Four Walls.