The Art Of Publicity Is A Black

Right Knows No Boundaries, And Justice No Frontiers; The Brotherhood Of Man Is Not A Domestic Institution.

We Lose The Forest For The Trees, Forgetting, Even So Far As We Think At All, That We Are Trustees For Those Who Come After Us, Squandering The Patrimony Which We Have Received.

Life Is Made Up Of A Series Of Judgments On Insufficient Data, And If We Waited To Run Down All Our Doubts, It Would Flow Past Us.

Each One Of Us Must In The End Choose For Himself How Far He Would Like To Leave Our Collective Fate To The Wayward Vagaries Of Popular Assemblies For Myself It Would Be Most Irksome To Be Ruled By A Bevy Of Platonic Guardians, Even If I Knew How To Choose Them, Which I Assuredly Do Not I Should Miss The Stimulus Of Living In A Society Where I Have, At Least Theoretically, Some Part In The Direction Of Public Affairs.

I Shall Ask No More Than That You Agree With Dean Inge That Even Though Counting Heads Is Not An Ideal Way To Govern, At Least It Is Better Than Breaking Them.