War - Hard Apprenticeship Of Freedom.

An Intelligent Class Can Scarce Ever Be, As A Class, Vicious, And Never, As A Class, Indolent. The Excited Mental Activity Operates As A Counterpoise To The Stimulus Of Sense And Appetite.

Behind All These Men You Have To Do With, Behind Officers, And Government, And People Even, There Is The Country Herself, Your Country, And . . . You Belong To Her As You Belong To Your Own Mother. Stand By Her, Boy, As You Would Stand By Your Mother.

I Will Not Refuse To Do The Something I Can Do.

You Shall Not Pile, With Servile Toil, Your Monuments Upon My Breast, Nor Yet Within The Common Soil Lay Down The Wreck Of Power To Rest, Where Man Can Boast That He Has Trod On Him That Was "the Scourge Of God."

Can It Be Possible That All Human Sympathies Can Thrive, And All Human Powers Be Exercised, And All Human Joys Increase, If We Live With All Our Might With The Thirty Or Forty People Next To Us, Telegraphing Kindly To All Other People, To Be Sure? Can It Be Possible That Our Passion For Large Cities, And Large Parties, And Large Theatres, And Large Churches, Develops No Faith Nor Hope Nor Love Which Would Not Find Aliment And Exercise In A Little "world Of Our Own"?