War - Hard Apprenticeship Of Freedom.

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."

If You Have Accomplished All That You Have Planned For Yourself, You Have Not Planned Enough.

In The Pure Mathematics We Contemplate Absolute Truths Which Existed In The Divine Mind Before The Morning Stars Sang Together, And Which Will Continue To Exist There When The Last Of Their Radiant Host Shall Have Fallen From Heaven.

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"?

You And I Must Not Complain If Our Plans Break Down If We Have Done Our Part. That Probably Means That The Plans Of One Who Knows More Than We Do Have Succeeded.