To All Our Means Of Culture Is

The World's History Is A Divine Poem, Of Which The History Of Every Nation Is A Canto, And Every Man A Word. Its Strains Have Been Pealing Along Down The Centuries, And Though There Have Been Mingled The Discords Of Warring Cannon And Dying Men, Yet To The Christian Philosopher And Historian - The Humble Listener - There Has Been A Divine Melody Running Through The Song Which Speaks Of Hope And Halcyon Days To Come.

The Civil Service Can Never Be Placed On A Satisfactory Basis Until It Is Regulated By Law.

The Truth Will Set You Free, But First It Will Make You Miserable.

I Mean To Make Myself A Man, And If I Succeed In That, I Shall Succeed In Everything Else.

For Love Of Country, They Accepted Death.