The Life Of Labor Does Not Make

If There Is Any Period One Would Desire To Be Born In, Is It Not The Age Of Revolution; When The Old And The New Stand Side By Side, And Admit Of Being Compared; When The Energies Of All Men Are Searched By Fear And By Hope; When The Historic Glories Of The Old Can Be Compensated By The Rich Possibilities Of The New Era?

If We Must Accept Fate We Are Not Less Compelled To Affirm Liberty, The Significance Of The Individual, The Grandeur Of Duty, The Power Of Character.

No Man Ever Prayed Heartily Without Learning Something.

The Wise Man, The True Friend, The Finished Character, We Seek Everywhere, And Only Find In Fragments.

When There Is No Vision, People Perish.