To Hate Excellence Is To Hate The

All Tragedies Deal With Fated Meetings; How Else Could There Be A Play? Fate Deals Its Stroke; Sorrow Is Purged, Or Turned To Rejoicing; There Is Death, Or Triumph; There Has Been A Meeting, And A Change. No One Will Ever Make A Tragedy - And That Is As Well, For One Could Not Bear It - Whose Grief Is That The Principals Never Met.

What Keeps The Democracy Alive At All But The Hatred Of Excellence; The Desire Of The Base To See No Head Higher Than Their Own?

It Is Better To Learn War Early From Friends, Than Late From Enemies.

It Is Better To Believe In Men Too Rashly, And Regret, Than Believe Too Meanly. Men Could Be More Than They Are, If They Would Try For It. He Has Shown Them That.

It Is Bitter To Lose A Friend To Evil Before One Loses Him To Death.