There Is Happiness In Duty, Although It

In This World, There Must Be A Certain Degree Of Honor Just As There Must Be A Certain Amount Of Light. When There Are Many Men Without Honor, There Will Always Be Some Others Who Bear In Themselves The Honor Of Many Men.

The Vote Is A Trust More Delicate Than Any Other, For It Involves Not Just The Interests Of The Voter, But His Life, Honor And Future As Well.

Perhaps The Enemies Of Liberty Are Such Only Because They Judge It By Its Loud Voice. If They Knew Its Charms, The Dignity That Accompanies It, How Much A Free Man Feels Like A King, The Perpetual Inner Light That Is Produced By Decorous Self-awareness And Realization, Perhaps There Would Be No Greater Friends Of Freedom Than Those Who Are Its Worst Enemies.

Peoples Are Made Of Hate And Of Love, And More Of Hate Than Love.

A Selfish Man Is A Thief.