There Are Situations In Which Hope And

Nothing Is Good For A Nation But That Which Arises From Its Own Core And Its Own General Wants, Without Apish Imitation Of Another.

And Step By Step, Along The Path Of Life, There's Nothing True But Heaven.

The Assault Of Our Enemies Is Not Part Of Our Life; It Is Only Part Of Our Experience; We Throw It Off And Guard Ourselves Against It As Against Frost, Storm, Rain, Hail, Or Any Other Of The External Evils Which May Be Expected To Happen.

The Smallest Hair Throws Its Shadow. [ger., Das Kleinste Harr Wirft Seinen Schatten.]

What Is The Universal? The Single Case. What Is The Particular? Millions Of Cases.